the M1
I used to hurtle up and down the M1 from Sheffield to Leeds in my fast italian sportscar (red of course) communting to my shitty sales job. I pretty much did the run for about 18 months, rain, snow, sleet, ice storms etc, I was up and down that motorway. One day I'm heading up to the junction where the M1 peels off to become the M62 and the police have just closed the road. me and the other two cars in each lane roll to a stop, and as we roll to a halt we see they've cleared the motorway for the air ambulance to land. As it lands we see the paramedics get out and pick up the body of the stricken motorcyclist. Thats right his body gets picked up,and his head still ensconsed in its helmet rolls down the road. Not the best start to the day for that poor biker, and it wasn't too much longer before I found a job that didn't involve driving 80 odd miles a day.
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Wed 5 Mar 2008, 21:51, Reply)