Whatever happened to Moonies? You know those vintage pneumatic toys (refer to youtube) that you stuck on your back window that mooned rude ppl behind you, when you pressed the hand pump.
I reminisce on account of a complete bearded tool (I wanna be a toughguy type) that popped his little pecker fuse the other day.
Story... old mate driving a jacked up old school fj40 p.o.s with alright looking girlfriend in the passenger seat (she must be a really bad judge of character).
So it's Easter... double dermits and this bearded brain surgeon wants to do a fly bye in an 80 zone, so tailgates my Navara and has a girly hissy fit behind the wheel. I pass the L-plater in the left lane then pull into the left lane myself to let old Merlin and his little wand twinkle on past me (he took forever to do this, not through lack of trying either #underpoweredbigtyredridiculouslooking).
Well - that was not the end of it... let me tell you. He then screams out his window and tries ye-olde-intimidation on me, so I blank stare back not breaking eye contact. This just makes him foam at the beard. Anyway, we pull up at the next lights and he starts his expletive laden whinging again. It is at this point that I enter choose your own adventure mode, options are: grab tyre iron and drop him, or poke the bear. Guess what - poke the bear was much funnier, so I pulled just ahead of him wound the window down and introduced myself to his passenger (with a cheeky smile). I just ignored him and asked her to marry me. She laughed. He went North Korea ballistic. I laughed again and then took off. Then I see him arguing with her and by the look of it loosing too in my rear view mirror. It's at this point I thought...whatever happened to Moonies? Would have been the perfect condiment to wish Gandalf a cheerio with. lol