The drive home was straightforward till I got to the first little village. I tootled into the the sharp right hand bend at 30mph, or, a bit less probably. I was happily minding my own side of the road on this bend, when a little red pretend racer suddenly came into view at great speed, took the right hand bend far too fast and on my side of the road, forcing me to swerve up onto the kerb out of its way.
Up north in the ‘Wild Outback’, on the last 25 miles stretch, I was comfortably tucked behind a black 4X4 type vehicle. It was holding a steady 60mph. A white car similar to the chunky 4X4 overtook me and moved into the space in front. Moments after, yet another white car, a sleeker model, moved in behind the first white car. Those two white vehicles were very fidgety, they were in a great hurry, (to put it mildly).
The sleeker white car, which was at this point in front of me, signalled it was going to move out and overtake; it zoomed out and off at speed, drawing level with the chunky white car.
Chunky white car driver signalled and moved out of lane just as the sleeker white car levelled with it on the offside. Sleek white car was forced to swerve up a high sharp angled verge, (about 45-50 degrees) it looked like a fast scary fairground ride. Soil and dust flew everywhere.
The sides of the white cars were close to one another as they sped on their fast forward trajectory. As I watched this scene with absolute horror, I was aware I had one hand on my steering wheel and the other one over my nose and mouth.
Time seemed to stand still and I didn’t dare breath. The car angled on the verge kept up its speed, as did the other one down on the road! They remained very close. Its speed probably kept the sleek white car relatively stable up there.
Sleek white car managed to speed forward of the chunkier one, still at an angle, then it turned its front wheels down towards the nearside carriageway, placing itself in front of the black 4X4. White chunky vehicle in its turn moved in behind sleek white car. Next, there appeared to be a bit of ‘argy bargy’ driving between the two white cars.
Eventually, sleek white car drove his car into a layby. The other one followed suit. As I passed, I saw a very determined male tensely moving towards the driver of chunky white car.
Disaster had been close, not just for the occupants of those two cars, but for the people nearest, me and the occupants in the black 4X4 car. If the white cars had been in reversed position, I doubt I’d be here telling this story. I arrived home stunned and emotionally drained.
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