On my way over to the inlaws with the wife and a MKIV managed to struggle it's way up behind me and tailgate me as we were all stuck behind a horsebox. I noticed there were three chavs in it, who then started waving their arms out of the window, presumably to entice me into a race.
As tempted as I was to accept the "challenge" of dropping a 1.6 SE, I managed to resist. C*cks.
Maybe I'm wrong, and they were just desperate to get home and fit some blue LED washer jets that they'd just spunked £25 on.
