Location: "Pottery Lane, Manchester"

Incident: "Lights on red - lady signals that she's stopping by flashing her lights so off I go, right at the silver car that RLJs. He looks at me through the window and calls me a "Fucking Idiot" or something along those lines then proceeds to slow down and stare at me through his mirror. Of course, it is I that didn't have to slow down so I didn't hit the side of his car that shouldn't have been there in the first place. Effin idiot indeed."