If it's not how to stop teenage drivers killing themselves and each other, it's retraining and retesting elderly drivers.

Which is all fine and good and backed up by lots of dubious statistics, but are these really the most dangerous people on the roads?

I don't think so.

It's the people in their 30s, 40s and 50s who assume that, because they're not in the two afore-mentioned groups, and they've got a couple of years driving under their straining belts, they're safe drivers.

Which, as every motorcyclist knows, is complete bullshit.

Take for example the comfortably middle-aged bloke in the Magna I saw this morning.  In peak hour traffic, he was reading a newspaper while driving.

Or how about the woman holding a full cup of coffee AND a mobile phone AND driving a manual?

Or the scruffy looking bloke, with five (count them, FIVE) very scruffy looking kids climbing loose through his Kingswood station wagon.   In between drags on his cigarette, he was taking random swipes at them.  And the car didn't have any mirrors, inside or out.

Or the father taking home six teenagers in a Hyundai Excel - two in the front seat and four in the back.

I particularly hate the drivers who, on a dual-carriageway, insist on driving as close to the middle of the two lanes as possible, and then look with amazement at the motorcyclist who's trying to legally lane-split and having difficulty fitting between the two cars.

Fuckwits!

I don't need to say anything about your average Volvo driver, or dickheads on mobile phones, or smokers who casually flick ash out the window, or blokes with stereos worth twice the value of the car, and pumping so loud they don't have a hope of hearing a siren, let alone a bike, or women applying make-up on the way to work.

Kevin Bloody Wilson won't mind if I pinch one of his lines:

You can never find a copper when you need one!

'ken oath!

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