Had a woman following me this morning in the outside lane on the A23 northbound. Usual A23 rush hour traffic. I noticed that she kept drifting over to the centre lane, probably to the consternation of the Transit driver in the middle lane. I then noticed that she was READING.
Probably not a map, because she was turning pages over. Directions, or notes for her meeting? I don't know. Probably a business type because she had a suit hanging by the rear door. I moved over and let her pass, thinking it the safest thing to do.
Reading? At 80 mph?
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Obviously wasn't the Highway Code, then.
Andy
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Service station, M4 Severn Bridge, a while ago, paying for petrol. Person in front discussing with cashier with genuine question.
' Can you tell me the way to London please ? '
At least it's safer than studying a map at 80 I suppose.
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I remember hearing an item on Birmingham local radio a couple of years ago about the things that police had observed drivers doing whilst driving. As well as the usual things like shaving and applying make-up, there were two that I found amazing. One was a lorry driver playing the bagpipes, and the other was a car driver negotiating a roundabout while eating a take-away from a foil container - with chopsticks!
Pat
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Why is it on the Severn bridge you have to pay to enter Wales but its free to leave ?
Surely it should be the other way round ? ;-)
Reading while driving is a common sight on motorways it seems.
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No, no, no. You pay to leave England, because it's so good here.
Chris
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OK, you just stay on your side of Offa's Dyke. Meanwhile I'll stay on the sunny side and carry on enjoying some of the best driving on some of the quietest roads south of the Tweed.
Ha!
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Women are terrible at keeping their minds on the road while driving. The other day I was on the motorway and some silly airhead in a BMW overtook me at about 90, and would you believe she was looking in the mirror putting her lipstick on! I had to brake sharply as she cut back in front of me, causing me to drop my electric razor which in turn knocked the sandwich from my hand. I now had to steer with my knees as I tried to retrieve the sandwich from the floor, and as I bent down my mobile fell from between my shoulder and my ear and into the coffee cup balancing on my lap. Apart from scalding Big Jim and the Twins, the coffee made a complete mess of the notes I had been reading and I was nearly hit by a lorry as I tried to shake the liquid from them. He must have been pissed off at the silly tart too, cause he jacknifed as he swerved to avoid me.
Women, eh. God bless 'em, but they should stay at home and leave the driving to us men.
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I was on the phone to her when it happened.
She was only trying to peer into your car.
She thought Big Jim was drinking the coffee.
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As long as it was peeR!
By the way, my poor wife, who is desolated at not being allowed to drive after a nasty operation, was one of the few - the other two are my nephews, fortunately my brother has no computer! - whom I could abide being driven by.
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My wife used to work in car hire, and got used to driving all sorts and sizes of cars.
She's a star, will drive anything without any fuss, including me.
Everyone reckons I am the world's worst passenger.
I agree.
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Nothing to do with The Ballad of Reading Gaol, I assume.
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He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
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Tom,
A genuine Friday belly-laugh.
Thanks,
Stu.
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