Driving back to Boston from the Corby away game earlier this year was the usual convoy of Boston fans thats familiar to anyone who goes to local away games. On the Stamford-Spalding-Boston stretch of road most people seemed quite sensible, aware that there was no point in trying to go above the 55-60 we were all doing. Then I noticed an idiot doing a dangerous overtake on the car behind me. Soon enough he was tailgating me, desperate to get past at any chance possible. There weren't any chances, but that didn't stop him, zooming past, forceing me to brake to give him enough room to swing back in front of me and still miss an oncoming car. Sure enough, the passenger had a Boston shirt on, so they'd been to the game. Haven't got a clue who they were though. I watched in disbelief as they then proceded to leapfrog up the convoy of cars one by one, seemingly each overtaking manouvre worse than the previous. The worst I saw was going the wrong side of the bollards in the centre of the road on the more or less blind section just before the first roundabout this side of Spalding. I lost sight of him there. But then just into Boston, at some traffic lights, who should I pull up behind, but the idiot himself. I then followed him till he turned into his house, not 20 seconds away from mine. Well, your stupid life-risking idiotic behavious really saved you some time there, didn't it?
I'd rather turn up 30 seconds later than not turn up at all.
