Gorse Fox is back in Worcester after a fairly uneventful drive.
Well almost uneventful. It's 5:45, dark, but clear. The dual carriageway is empty in front of GF for at least a mile. Behind him the road is clear for at least half a mile. GF is listening to the radio and chuckling to himself over something or other. He catches sight of lights over on the other side of the road... and at this point "white van man" swings across the dual-carriageway into GF's "lane". Closing speed of about 70mph. Distance to impact 20 metres. Brain calculates options, checks mirrors and somehow retains his equanimity as he dodges the van.
It just goes to show that even at this time of the morning people can still be suffering the effects of the previous night's stupid pills.
Well almost uneventful. It's 5:45, dark, but clear. The dual carriageway is empty in front of GF for at least a mile. Behind him the road is clear for at least half a mile. GF is listening to the radio and chuckling to himself over something or other. He catches sight of lights over on the other side of the road... and at this point "white van man" swings across the dual-carriageway into GF's "lane". Closing speed of about 70mph. Distance to impact 20 metres. Brain calculates options, checks mirrors and somehow retains his equanimity as he dodges the van.
It just goes to show that even at this time of the morning people can still be suffering the effects of the previous night's stupid pills.
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