Every cunt who fixes windscreens or farts down a pot hole has a vehicle adorned with brightly coloured chevrons, or checked to kingdom fucking come. There was a time when the only way of customising the look of a vehicle and at the same time trying to claim some 'level of importance' was to put a yellow hard hat on the back shelf so the people following thought you might be a surveyor or inspector or some other part of the 'people who count' clan. Now, we are exposed to vehicles covered in coloured plastic squares and stripes - orange, red, yellow, blue, black, white and green.
'Highway Maintenance' annoys the fuck out of me, as does any 4x4 with the name of some useless fucking quango stencilled on the side - you know what I mean, something like "Enterprise Monitoring Response Agency" and a load of yellow and green on the back and side panels.
In the North East this week, I have noticed a number of police motorbikes. On each occasion it took me a while to verify I was indeed looking at an officer of the law astride a motorbike, rather than a clown pretending to be one. At first I had doubts because of the colour scheme now adopted; the police force has had to resort to PINK being part of the official colour scheme. Now there is more pink than blue to announce to motorists that the rider is a police officer. I suppose there were only brown and grey as further choices, and they are hardly visible in poor weather. So, after every other colour seems to be in general use by every man and his dog, the police force now displays through its motorbike fleet what could be considered a mobile advertising service for Barbie, or perhaps My Little Pony!
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