Inspired by Ramsay Tupper's motorway tale below
I was heading north up the A9 towards Inverness one evening last year, second in line behind a lorry on a single carriageway stretch.

The car in front was evidently driven by an impatient chap, because when we came round the corner just north of Killiecrankie, off he went, overtaking the lorry.

Fine, there was nothing coming the other way.

There was, however, the start of a dual carriageway 200m further on. He realised this too late (it's not like there weren't any signs!) and took to the chevrons, braking hard and skidding on the loose dirt, but incredibly, instead of cutting in front of the lorry, he decided to take to the southbound carriageway.

And what's more, he kept on going, in the fast lane, until he reached the first gap, where he nipped through and back to the right side again.

Luckily it was a quiet evening, but many's the time I've come down that stretch of road, and put the foot down to get past a lorry before the section of dual carriageway ends. And it's on a curve, so you wouldn't get much warning of someone coming towards you.

My arse was knitting socks just watching him. I think he'd have a bill for a new pair of trousers at least.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 16:05, Reply)