It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the little blonde finished work.She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home.She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation.
She finally remembered her Daddy's advice that if she got caught in a blizzard that she should wait for a snow plough to come past and follow it.That way she would not get stuck in a snow drift.That made her feel a lot better and sure enough in a little while a snow plough went by and she started to follow it.
As she followed the snow plough she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problems with the blizzard conditions.After quite sometime had passed she was somewhat surprised when the snowplough stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signalled for her to wind the window down.
The driver wanted to know if she was alright as she had been following him for a long time.She said that she was fine and told him about Daddy's advice to follow a snow plough when caught in a blizzard.
The driver said this was OK with him and she could continue if she wanted, but he was done with the Asda car park and was going next door to B&Q next
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Thats a good story, and brought a smile to my face, it also brought back memories of a phone call one morning from a workmate at Rugby fire station who said that he would be happy to stay on duty after a night shift until I managed to get to work because of the snow, never one to shirk from that kind of challenge I dug my old suzy gs 850 out of its snowdrift and literally followed a snowplow from junction 3 to jnc 1 of the M6, and was on duty for shift change at 9 am, feeling somewhat chilly , but quite chuffed with myself. Happy days.cheers
I remember coming back from DJ-ing in Stockton-on-Tees, down the A19 to the A1(M) then south to Doncaster. My mate was driving, we got behind a big truck, a well known crisp company, and were tootling along at about 30-35 for a few miles, then he decided it was too slow, so went to overtake.
Well, we we're in a drift for the next mile as he tried speeding up, but was being slowed down by the snow in front of him, we never really got alongside the wagon and eventually he just pulled back in behind it. A bit further down he decided he could nip off at a road junction, up the ramp and down the other side and get in front - no, that didn't work either. Eventually we hit a patch where it wasn't as bad so we finally got past this wagon.
The driver gave us a toot and we sped off, for about half a mile, when we saw one heck of a drift in front of us. Brakes on, over to the side, letting the truck go past to clear the way for us.
We stayed behind him until our turn off the motorway...
King, your on form as usual. I used to love driving in fresh snow in my Ford Anglia, I would load the boot with a few concrete blocks and that car would clime mountains to the amaizment of all other stranded motorists. It was tokyo drift all the way with rear wheel drive and great fun.
I once accepted a lift to work from a neighbour. There was quite a bit of snow down but the main roads were clear. We reached the industrial estate where we worked and had a problem, there were two quite clear ruts where cars had already got through - but we were in a Reliant Robin ! All I saw for the next half mile was the sky above He had his head out of the window to try and see where he was going.
I had a simular experience driving a MG Midget. There were tyre tracks made bye other wider vehicles and the snow had frozen hard and turned too ice. The Midget's narrow tracking just did'nt fit and it turned out to be a very long journey from Malvern to Ross that night. We made it but the Midget had to go after that experience.
I remember the good old days when I used to cycle everywhere, and one particularly bad snowy day my colleagues ran a book on whether I would turn up for work in my usual way; on my mountain bike. I arrived slightly late, via bike, the winner treated me to a pub lunch! Several colleagues who travelled by car failed to get to work.
Those were the days! Take care, Richard
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He had his head out of the window to try and see where he was going.
