Eric The Viking
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So I've got the Land Rover in low ratio on the transfer box, and front-back diff lock, and I'm going at about 5mph in 2nd (normal box) gear. I'm leaving a sensible distance between me and the vehicle in front, and I have my lights on dip beam. The conditions are "interesting", to put it mildly. We don't have a lot of snow. A lot of snow would help, probably. What we have is a little, pretty slippery snow. And a bunch of idiots on the road.
Every time I touch the brakes, even very gently, I'm risking a full 4-wheel slide on granular, compacted thin snow. Gotta love Bristol's Victorian streets. One wrong move and I've done thousands of pounds of damage to the lines of parked cars either side. Inches to spare. Complete concentration essential.
Beside me, the Domestic Controller is muttering that she'll be the only GP that didn't get into the health centre this morning. Apparently this is even worse shame than being Lance Armstrong. They don't do lunch, apparently, just have arm wrestling contests with the security staff or do 20mins of push-ups on one hand. She's dressed the part - short-ish skirt, pretty, expensive, non-waterproof coat, no hat nor scarf. Wellies were the only thing I mentioned beforehand, and yes, she has those, but not even a spiked walking stick (oddly, they're still in the umbrella stand right by the front door). But she's gonna get out and walk. I'm an idiot, apparently, as I couldn't foresee which of Bristol's ski-ramp major roads is going to be the least clogged with unsuitable vehicles. And wanting to get going early was idiotic, too.
It's still snowing, harder, in fact, than earlier. The wind is getting up and the traffic is slowing to a standstill as the BMW 3-series rep's coupes can't climb the hill in front of us.
But still they step out in front of me, RIGHT off the pavement, straight in front of me, with less care than on a normal day. They don't even look up, nor remove the mobile from the ear.
Lady, it's a two tonne bluntly sledge!
I passed an artic going t'other way up the Gloucester Road. What do those things weigh? And they jack-knife at the slightest provocation in this weather. They're not giving him any quarter, either.
It's no wonder professional drivers have heart and blood pressure problems - ordinary road users now seem to be, in the main, complete morons.
I feel a bit better now, but I'm not checking my own blood pressure for at least two hours. She can walk home, too.
E.
Every time I touch the brakes, even very gently, I'm risking a full 4-wheel slide on granular, compacted thin snow. Gotta love Bristol's Victorian streets. One wrong move and I've done thousands of pounds of damage to the lines of parked cars either side. Inches to spare. Complete concentration essential.
Beside me, the Domestic Controller is muttering that she'll be the only GP that didn't get into the health centre this morning. Apparently this is even worse shame than being Lance Armstrong. They don't do lunch, apparently, just have arm wrestling contests with the security staff or do 20mins of push-ups on one hand. She's dressed the part - short-ish skirt, pretty, expensive, non-waterproof coat, no hat nor scarf. Wellies were the only thing I mentioned beforehand, and yes, she has those, but not even a spiked walking stick (oddly, they're still in the umbrella stand right by the front door). But she's gonna get out and walk. I'm an idiot, apparently, as I couldn't foresee which of Bristol's ski-ramp major roads is going to be the least clogged with unsuitable vehicles. And wanting to get going early was idiotic, too.
It's still snowing, harder, in fact, than earlier. The wind is getting up and the traffic is slowing to a standstill as the BMW 3-series rep's coupes can't climb the hill in front of us.
But still they step out in front of me, RIGHT off the pavement, straight in front of me, with less care than on a normal day. They don't even look up, nor remove the mobile from the ear.
Lady, it's a two tonne bluntly sledge!
I passed an artic going t'other way up the Gloucester Road. What do those things weigh? And they jack-knife at the slightest provocation in this weather. They're not giving him any quarter, either.
It's no wonder professional drivers have heart and blood pressure problems - ordinary road users now seem to be, in the main, complete morons.
I feel a bit better now, but I'm not checking my own blood pressure for at least two hours. She can walk home, too.
E.