I mentioned having to wander along the road for a different view of these lights, after a taxi drive pulled up right in front of me, in the middle of the view I was after, and just sat with his headlights on, and foot on the brakes, for at least 10 minutes (that was how long my patience lasted waiting for him to kill his lights, or move off).
It wasn’t his light that created a problem, being at an angle and not so bright meant I could deal with them in processing.
The real issue was that he had stopped directly across from me, and I had no way of knowing if he was a loony or not, and might have been one of those narcistic nut jobs that think merely because they happen to be in front of you when you take a pic, that you’re somehow fascinated by them, and come over to ‘Have a word’, seldom of the friendly type.
I’d just taken this shot to test how wide my capture was, and had moved further along as I still had width to spare, and could get a less oblique view – then he pulled up behind the mini.
I wandered along to see how the oblique looked from the other end, but it placed the house and lights at the far end of the shot, and wasn’t so good.
However, it did catch his damned brake lights!
I really don’t understand people who park up and feel the need to keep their foot on the brake pedal.
I generally can’t wait to get my foot off the pedal, kill the dazzling bright lights (especially of stopped in traffic), and avoid the chance of warping my brake discs again (or boiling some old brake fluid), something I managed one year during the holidays, while I was driving around the fairly deserted roads of north-west Scotland when you get away from the more touristy areas. It’s nice to find some really quiet roads.
The discs were old, and had probably already been warped by a previous owner, but the brake fluid boiling is a nasty one, and probably always scary, since it’s not going to happen unless you’re braking HARD. Not having felt this before, it was some time before an old hand nailed the symptoms when I described the event, something I don’t want to repeat.
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