Going through Redditch at around 10 this morning, I came upon a gereatric crumble type with a cap, 'driving' one of those electric go cart/wheelchair things down the middle of the road. He had his foot flat down but couldn't make more than 10mph.......I coulda airhorned his bony insignificant carcass with the frayed tweed jacket back onto the pavement where he belonged, but I hung back & let him get on with it. I held up the progress of the economy for this old fart. There were a dozen or so of those silver beemer type cars in behind, which blasted past as soon as I'd let him veer safely off into a side road..........Does that make me a muscular Christian? (joke)
