M1 psychopath
So there we were sitting still in the fast lane of the M1 in the 1993 Friday night traffic. My friend's Fiesta on the way from Coventry to North Wales via his brother's place in Nottingham. Eventually the traffic starts moving and my find tries to find a gear. Any gear. Please? Just first gear for now would be nice. No? Really? Shit. We're broken down in the dark in the fast lane of the M1 aren't we?

Suddenly, from nowhere there's a car pulling in in front of us. A seemingly sensible adult in a suit is barking instructions at us. "You! Tie this rope to your car! You (me) - take this small plastic orange triangle and stand in the oncoming traffic in the pitch dark in the fast lane of the M1!"

So that's what we did. This maniac towed us across 3 lanes of traffic to the nearest emergency phone and with a flourish handed us his card which read something along the lines of "Damsels rescued, Dragons slain, Good deeds done".

Nutter. Kind nutter, but nutter nonetheless.
(maffj, Tue 14 Feb 2012, 22:04, 2 replies)

That's an awesome business card :D

( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Tue 14 Feb 2012, 22:16, closed)

I didn't think there were
cyclepaths on the M1
(retrac fumble in the jungle, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 11:25, closed)