Driving to work today, I was a little late.

In a rush, there were three utes in front of me. I could have overtaken all three of them, as I was coming down the motorway entrance, and I had plenty of room to make it, and plenty of acceleration. I reckon I still would have made it even in my Girlfriend's Daihatsu Charade.

No, I decided to overtake two of them. They were traveling at about 50km/h, and the road I was travelling on, was 70.  Being cautious of an ever increasing police presence on the motorway (they must know about me by now...), I only accelerate to 70, and pulled in behind the first ute.

Big mistake. Should of not been a pansy, gave it some stick, and overtook it.

No, I had to be a soft cock.

So I drove behind the ute. Driving along, the rest of my momentarily brief journey, it all unfolded in slow motion. This ute in front of me, was carrying a load of furniture, a pot plant, and appeared to be moving someone's household belongings. Then, in an instant, my focus caught attention to something moving in the back of this ute.

A big bowl. Not just any bowl, but a very big f**k off clear glass bowl. It started to dance.

I look to the road ahead. Sh!t. One lane. I'm trapped.

This bowl started to dance. Closer and closer to the rearward edge.

Then it decided to commit suicide.

I watched this very large glass bowl hit the bitumen. At 70km/h. Funny thing was, it bounced. But when it bounced back, it was no longer a single glass bowl, rather a fine spray of glass shards.

It started to rain. Glass shards and shiny paint of the front of my GTB didn't mix rather well together.

As soon as this happened, I was on the M4. Instinctively, I double shuffled back to third, and punched it. Pulled up beside this fcuktard, and instructed to pull over.

"No...what for?"
"Something fell off the back of your ute and hit my car!!"
"Fcuk off...."

*click*

So I decided to merge in on the excuse sub human excrement. Surprisingly, he avoided hitting my car, and by the time he was half way on the emergency lane, he decided to pull over.

After denying carrying anything that was made of glass, he reluctantly gave me his details. I asked the questions:

"Are you insured?"
"hehe....No."

"You got cash?"
"HA! No.."

Car is going in to panel beaters tomorrow for an initial consultation. To think, I was going all through the hoops for the insurance company for another incident a couple of months ago due to some incompetent human moron not utilizing his handbrake whilst parking behind me, I have to relive this nightmare that there are truly ridiculous imbeciles out there who, by luck, or lack thereof, have managed to slide down the leg out of their mother's cnut whilst 9 months ago, decided that sucking C*** was going out of fashion.

Needless to say, the front of my car is covered in scratches.

/rant not over.