…Pathetic but true
I have been driving for over 50 years (yes, I'm that old!). This means that I’ve
had more than enough time to hone the craft and I am fine around town but
distance driving has never been my strength. Last weekend I visited family in
North Manchester. I’ve done it before but will I ever be brave enough to do it
again? It was so traumatic that I need to share the experience, by way of
therapy. Please don’t feel obliged to read to the end. This one’s for me!
The Journey there: I thought I’d try a different route,
avoid the dreaded M6, so I went up the M1 and over the top of Sheffield. That’s
a pretty road, especially where it crosses the Pennines. I even pulled over on
a lay-by for a few minutes to admire the view. I wouldn’t have done that if I’d
known what was round the next corner. I’d never heard of the village
Tintwhistle before. I have now. I spent almost an hour crawling towards
Tintwhistle and then through Tintwhistle and then out the other side of
Tintwhistle.
The Journey home: I was resigned to taking the dreaded M6
route but thankfully the motorway was clear… clear for the M6, that is. I
transferred from M6 to A500 feeling smug until I reached the A50. There is a
large roundabout on that road with signs saying how many lorries have
overturned there during the year. That weekend I don’t suppose any lorries were
about to overturn because the road beyond was shut, barred with red and white
striped barriers.
Any seasoned traveller would have stopped and reassessed. I
panicked. I went round the roundabout and drove back the way I had come. I had
crazy thoughts of driving back to Manchester but knew that wasn’t an option. I
drove all the way back to the M6. I drove South to the A5. I drove through a
place called Cannock. I drove through numerous other places that I had never
been to before. I was gripping the steering wheel, ‘rabbit in headlights’ mode.
I should have stopped. Why didn’t I stop? I drove on for four hours. When I got
home I sat on the settee with a substantial whisky and didn’t move for several
hours. That night I had flashbacks of red and white striped barriers. Pathetic
but true.
Thank you for allowing me to off-load.
