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Yea I had no idea, rule of thumb for me was let them in if they are on the right.
The new law doesn't make much sense to me though, if someone is already in the roundabout, why is there a law to tell you that you can't drive in front of them? Besides, I can just imagine dumb ####s always racing into the roundabout every time so that they are there first to get the "right of way" and end up crashing because they both tried to get in first.
So i managed to get on the nerves of some land whale, doesn't matter that i was in the right and didn't retaliate back....she still felt it necessary to make a complaint to my boss. Probably a good thing i'm not a psycho as i know where she lives. Just to keep things in perspective.
Tim Smtih
Yet again Claire you have got this all wrong. It is not how the forum is "run" that is the problem it is the extreme one sidedness of some people on it. I don't care if it happens for me or not, last time I looked JC was in cyber space and nothing here means much in the grand scheme of things. Don't know if you realise it or not but there are alot of people now without somewhere to live. If you want to brag that you beat some car salesmen in a mind game about whether a car was an SS or not that's up to you. Soooo when all is said and done I will comment on what I want to comment on how I want to comment, you will take offence at it and make a comment, others will make a comment that actually does break the rules, and then we go to bed that night and wake up the next day to start all over again.If you don't like the way the forum is run, then don't log in. It's quite simple really, however I think you just like to argue the point in the hope one day this forum will run how you want it to. Reality check: that ain't going to happen for you.
I hate it when I cut myself shaving, seriously, stings like a mofo, from such a small cut too. I tend to cry in the bathroom till' it's stopped hurting, then leave the house lifting weights so no one knows I cried that morning.