Road Rage
I have the dubious pleasure of a rather long commute each day, almost 70 miles each way. In the morning the usually takes an hour and a half, in the evenings an hour. But not today.
The schools around here are on half-term holiday, so today the roads were full of people who didn't know what to do on motorways and cars that weren't up to the job. Breakdowns, panic braking, near and not-so-near misses.
Normally H and I take turns - I drive in the morning she sleeps, she drives home in the evening. Today she wasn't feeling to great and, as I'm not going into the office tomorrow, I thought it was only fair I did both trips. Lucky me.
Tomorrow I'm on a training course, so the joys of rail travel await.
In the meantime, if a black Alfa comes up behind you on the motorway, pull over when you finish overtaking.
Please.
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Sent from my Treo
posted by Anonymous at 17:29
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