That was fun this morning!
Two and a half hours to travel the 25 miles from Chorley to Thornton for a meeting, and fifteen of those were motorway (which while slow, was still moving along at 40 mph or so). I'd have been quicker getting there Nordic Skiing across the fields.
Why DOES this country literally grind to a fucking halt whenever we get about 3 inches of snow? From what I've seen today it's all these pillocks with sporty rear-wheel drive cars and thin tyres, who don't realise that in slippy conditions it's less about doing 0-60 in 4 seconds than being able to start moving at all, without revving so wildly in the skid that you burn your fucking clutch out and are stranded entirely in the middle of the road.
Two and a half hours to travel the 25 miles from Chorley to Thornton for a meeting, and fifteen of those were motorway (which while slow, was still moving along at 40 mph or so). I'd have been quicker getting there Nordic Skiing across the fields.
Why DOES this country literally grind to a fucking halt whenever we get about 3 inches of snow? From what I've seen today it's all these pillocks with sporty rear-wheel drive cars and thin tyres, who don't realise that in slippy conditions it's less about doing 0-60 in 4 seconds than being able to start moving at all, without revving so wildly in the skid that you burn your fucking clutch out and are stranded entirely in the middle of the road.
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