I wasn’t sure what to write about today, but the simple fact is that I’m feeling pretty lucky to be writing anything at all.
I was driving home along the A1 near Washington at about ten past three when a woman driving a Range Rover joined the inside lane (I was in the middle lane). I became aware that she was drifting towards the edge of her lane... worrying close to me... so I sounded my horn as I glanced to my left.
The look of horror on her face confirmed that she either hadn’t seen me, or hadn’t even bothered to look... but instead of straightening up, she kept on bloody coming and started actually crossing into my lane.
If I didn’t take some sort of evasive action, I was essentially going to get hit by the Range Rover. You’re not afforded much in the way of thinking time at 70mph and I instinctively veered to the right – and promptly lost control of the car. I swerved left then right across the middle and outside lanes for what seemed an age but was probably no more than a couple of seconds. If there had been any cars in the outside lane, I couldn’t have avoided a high-speed collision... but there weren’t and half a mile later, things were basically back to normal and I continued my southward journey.
Through my blog I would like to thank the woman in the Range Rover (never a great combination) for having such a big car but not being able to drive it... and far more sincere thanks to who or whatever ensured that outside lane was clear.
My neck, shoulders and hips are quite sore right now, but I’m sure a long soak in the bath will do the trick. If not the wine is chilling and I think I need to raise a glass to toast some very good fortune...
All my own work... almost.