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Well now, 'tis good to see you boys and girls on here.
I almost joined my favourite OC in limbo on the way back from the shop this afternoon. Hammering back up the A34 in the driving rain, I've left a nice gap between me and the car in front because I'm a good driver, right?
On my right, the steel barrier of the central reservation. On my left, a fucking great articulated lorry. Right up my chuff, a BMW. Nothing I can do about it, so no point worrying.
Zico howling away on the stereo, cigarette clamped between teeth, car humming through the horrid weather nicely. I have my lights on. All's well with the world.
Which is when, of course, the artic next to me decides to overtake the vehicle in front, and begins to swing out.
Caught between a rock and a hard place.
Nowhere to go. Can't go forward, the cab is already half into my lane. Can't hit the brakes, I'll have the big Beemer in my boot. Can't go right, nothing but steel, can't go left.
Spray and rain is flying, and all this is taking place at about seventy five miles an hour.
I hit my horn, the wheels hit the gravel and the barrier is whistling past my elbow now. The lorry seems to hesitate. I'm screaming through my teeth, hanging onto the wheel which is trying to rip itself out of my hands because of the drag of gravel on one side and the grip of tarmac on the other. The Beemer appears blissfully unaware of what's happening and is still too close, so I can't brake.
Time slows down.
I send a mental goodbye to everyone.
Lorry slowly backs off back into his lane, I hit the gas and climb all over the car in front in order to get away from said Artic Of Deth.
Spend rest of journey home a wee bit wild eyed.
Hug your loved ones, cos at any time that switch can get hit and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. One day it'll be my time...
...but thankfully, it's not today.
I almost joined my favourite OC in limbo on the way back from the shop this afternoon. Hammering back up the A34 in the driving rain, I've left a nice gap between me and the car in front because I'm a good driver, right?
On my right, the steel barrier of the central reservation. On my left, a fucking great articulated lorry. Right up my chuff, a BMW. Nothing I can do about it, so no point worrying.
Zico howling away on the stereo, cigarette clamped between teeth, car humming through the horrid weather nicely. I have my lights on. All's well with the world.
Which is when, of course, the artic next to me decides to overtake the vehicle in front, and begins to swing out.
Caught between a rock and a hard place.
Nowhere to go. Can't go forward, the cab is already half into my lane. Can't hit the brakes, I'll have the big Beemer in my boot. Can't go right, nothing but steel, can't go left.
Spray and rain is flying, and all this is taking place at about seventy five miles an hour.
I hit my horn, the wheels hit the gravel and the barrier is whistling past my elbow now. The lorry seems to hesitate. I'm screaming through my teeth, hanging onto the wheel which is trying to rip itself out of my hands because of the drag of gravel on one side and the grip of tarmac on the other. The Beemer appears blissfully unaware of what's happening and is still too close, so I can't brake.
Time slows down.
I send a mental goodbye to everyone.
Lorry slowly backs off back into his lane, I hit the gas and climb all over the car in front in order to get away from said Artic Of Deth.
Spend rest of journey home a wee bit wild eyed.
Hug your loved ones, cos at any time that switch can get hit and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. One day it'll be my time...
...but thankfully, it's not today.
