The dirty b'stards...
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The thieving 
faced Frog wkers took 45 Francs, or Euros or whatever their stty comedy money is called now, from us on the trip home for allegedly driving too fast on one of their wky, pathetic, British liberated roads.
The monkey-faced, semi-literate, goon-ish supposed cop that flagged us down reckoned that we were doing 115 kilometers, or whatever ridiculous, garlic-reeking unit of distance measurement the cheese eating surrender monkeys use these days, per hour and that the speed limit was a stupidly low 90 as if we should know, or even be interested in, what stoopid laws they may have made up to govern their mickey-mouse country of dids, pikeys and horse worriers.
Obviously we were trying to drive as fast as we could; we were on our way to leave their fly-blown, fetid nation as quickly as possible.
The Frog cars in front of us were waved through and it was obvious that they were only stopping real people, i.e. not garlic munchers, when a Dutch plated Maserati was also pulled in behind us. Pierre LeCocksuckeur tried to tell me in his not very good English (did they learn nothing from Agincourt?) that they were always there, but it was obvious that Sunday evening was for fare l'argent facile from les Rosbifs, or whatever it is they say in their soap-forsaken country.
Well, what can you expect? Give a land of sad, ttish communists uniforms and they're gonna turn into stty little sour-faced little Napoleons with a zenophobic attitude to the very people who saved them from speaking German these past fifty years.
France. A lovely country, somewhat spoiled by the people who live there. Was it Jean Paul Sartre who said "Hell is other people"? fkin' right it is if all the other people are French mate. Give them the finest motor race in the world and they still manage to avoid winning it very often.
That's probably what pissed me off the most (fk no, it was the money), I'd enjoyed the weekend, felt fairly pleased that Pergeot, or however you spell the fked-up, characterless st-wagen manufacturer, had won and even hummed along to the Marseillaise (even the poxy country's national anthem had to be written by Lennon and McCartney) and then this weaselly fkwit gendarme left me feeling like I wished that the Audi had won - and I really hate the fkin' Germans...
faced Frog wkers took 45 Francs, or Euros or whatever their stty comedy money is called now, from us on the trip home for allegedly driving too fast on one of their wky, pathetic, British liberated roads.The monkey-faced, semi-literate, goon-ish supposed cop that flagged us down reckoned that we were doing 115 kilometers, or whatever ridiculous, garlic-reeking unit of distance measurement the cheese eating surrender monkeys use these days, per hour and that the speed limit was a stupidly low 90 as if we should know, or even be interested in, what stoopid laws they may have made up to govern their mickey-mouse country of dids, pikeys and horse worriers.
Obviously we were trying to drive as fast as we could; we were on our way to leave their fly-blown, fetid nation as quickly as possible.
The Frog cars in front of us were waved through and it was obvious that they were only stopping real people, i.e. not garlic munchers, when a Dutch plated Maserati was also pulled in behind us. Pierre LeCocksuckeur tried to tell me in his not very good English (did they learn nothing from Agincourt?) that they were always there, but it was obvious that Sunday evening was for fare l'argent facile from les Rosbifs, or whatever it is they say in their soap-forsaken country.
Well, what can you expect? Give a land of sad, t
tish communists uniforms and they're gonna turn into stty little sour-faced little Napoleons with a zenophobic attitude to the very people who saved them from speaking German these past fifty years.France. A lovely country, somewhat spoiled by the people who live there. Was it Jean Paul Sartre who said "Hell is other people"? f
kin' right it is if all the other people are French mate. Give them the finest motor race in the world and they still manage to avoid winning it very often.That's probably what pissed me off the most (f
k no, it was the money), I'd enjoyed the weekend, felt fairly pleased that Pergeot, or however you spell the fked-up, characterless st-wagen manufacturer, had won and even hummed along to the Marseillaise (even the poxy country's national anthem had to be written by Lennon and McCartney) and then this weaselly fkwit gendarme left me feeling like I wished that the Audi had won - and I really hate the fkin' Germans... 
thanetspeedshop said:
The thieving faced Frog wkers took 45 Francs, or Euros or whatever their stty comedy money is called now, from us on the trip home for allegedly driving too fast on one of their wky, pathetic, British liberated roads.
The monkey-faced, semi-literate, goon-ish supposed cop that flagged us down reckoned that we were doing 115 kilometers, or whatever ridiculous, garlic-reeking unit of distance measurement the cheese eating surrender monkeys use these days, per hour and that the speed limit was a stupidly low 90 as if we should know, or even be interested in, what stoopid laws they may have made up to govern their mickey-mouse country of dids, pikeys and horse worriers.
Obviously we were trying to drive as fast as we could; we were on our way to leave their fly-blown, fetid nation as quickly as possible.
The Frog cars in front of us were waved through and it was obvious that they were only stopping real people, i.e. not garlic munchers, when a Dutch plated Maserati was also pulled in behind us. Pierre LeCocksuckeur tried to tell me in his not very good English (did they learn nothing from Agincourt?) that they were always there, but it was obvious that Sunday evening was for fare l'argent facile from les Rosbifs, or whatever it is they say in their soap-forsaken country.
Well, what can you expect? Give a land of sad, ttish communists uniforms and they're gonna turn into stty little sour-faced little Napoleons with a zenophobic attitude to the very people who saved them from speaking German these past fifty years.
France. A lovely country, somewhat spoiled by the people who live there. Was it Jean Paul Sartre who said "Hell is other people"? fkin' right it is if all the other people are French mate. Give them the finest motor race in the world and they still manage to avoid winning it very often.
That's probably what pissed me off the most (fk no, it was the money), I'd enjoyed the weekend, felt fairly pleased that Pergeot, or however you spell the fked-up, characterless st-wagen manufacturer, had won and even hummed along to the Marseillaise (even the poxy country's national anthem had to be written by Lennon and McCartney) and then this weaselly fkwit gendarme left me feeling like I wished that the Audi had won - and I really hate the fkin' Germans...
Mmm, you voted BMP right faced Frog wkers took 45 Francs, or Euros or whatever their stty comedy money is called now, from us on the trip home for allegedly driving too fast on one of their wky, pathetic, British liberated roads.The monkey-faced, semi-literate, goon-ish supposed cop that flagged us down reckoned that we were doing 115 kilometers, or whatever ridiculous, garlic-reeking unit of distance measurement the cheese eating surrender monkeys use these days, per hour and that the speed limit was a stupidly low 90 as if we should know, or even be interested in, what stoopid laws they may have made up to govern their mickey-mouse country of dids, pikeys and horse worriers.
Obviously we were trying to drive as fast as we could; we were on our way to leave their fly-blown, fetid nation as quickly as possible.
The Frog cars in front of us were waved through and it was obvious that they were only stopping real people, i.e. not garlic munchers, when a Dutch plated Maserati was also pulled in behind us. Pierre LeCocksuckeur tried to tell me in his not very good English (did they learn nothing from Agincourt?) that they were always there, but it was obvious that Sunday evening was for fare l'argent facile from les Rosbifs, or whatever it is they say in their soap-forsaken country.
Well, what can you expect? Give a land of sad, t
tish communists uniforms and they're gonna turn into stty little sour-faced little Napoleons with a zenophobic attitude to the very people who saved them from speaking German these past fifty years.France. A lovely country, somewhat spoiled by the people who live there. Was it Jean Paul Sartre who said "Hell is other people"? f
kin' right it is if all the other people are French mate. Give them the finest motor race in the world and they still manage to avoid winning it very often.That's probably what pissed me off the most (f
k no, it was the money), I'd enjoyed the weekend, felt fairly pleased that Pergeot, or however you spell the fked-up, characterless st-wagen manufacturer, had won and even hummed along to the Marseillaise (even the poxy country's national anthem had to be written by Lennon and McCartney) and then this weaselly fkwit gendarme left me feeling like I wished that the Audi had won - and I really hate the fkin' Germans... 
Sounds familiar.....
"Honest Guv, we weren't speeding". We were doing under 110 kph in the pouring rain amongst a group of bikers who we'd been with for a few miles, all holding station and being sensible, when out came the Police bike and pulled us for allegedly doing 144 kph in the 110 kph limit. Same as last year, what can you say when you're not fluent in French? There's no proof, no photo, just a shrug from Mr Gendarme to say it was a laser trap, no point in arguing, go to cashpoint in Sees and get the 90 Euros.
A guy in a Viper got stopped and the Gendarmes had the cheek to start taking photos of it!!!!
Wonder how much the robbing bads raised for their Christmas party?
or is it because we didn't use the Peage, and they just get you either way? Kind of takes the edge off what was a cracking weekend.
"Honest Guv, we weren't speeding". We were doing under 110 kph in the pouring rain amongst a group of bikers who we'd been with for a few miles, all holding station and being sensible, when out came the Police bike and pulled us for allegedly doing 144 kph in the 110 kph limit. Same as last year, what can you say when you're not fluent in French? There's no proof, no photo, just a shrug from Mr Gendarme to say it was a laser trap, no point in arguing, go to cashpoint in Sees and get the 90 Euros.
A guy in a Viper got stopped and the Gendarmes had the cheek to start taking photos of it!!!!
Wonder how much the robbing ba
ds raised for their Christmas party? or is it because we didn't use the Peage, and they just get you either way? Kind of takes the edge off what was a cracking weekend.thanetspeedshop said:
....a top quality rant
...ha ha ...my sentiments exactly!!!TVR no more said:
A guy in a Viper got stopped and the Gendarmes had the cheek to start taking photos of it!!!!
..yep, both myself and the 599 in our group got pulled and whilst two of the CESMs stole our money, the others were all taking piccies!!! 
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