Went through it this morning early doors, shoved me almost into the next lane, the car that had sat alongside me for the last 5 miles nearly cracked himself.
You know the type 46 in the middle lane (yes I know their Speedos prolly says 49-50 but mine said 56) so I bollocked it up his inside then realising he didn’t want that played the cross the white line game which just eggs me on even more, so some shenanigans followed including me taking to the outside lane and pushing the bugger towards the inner barrier, then nipping back into the inside lane just in time to encounter the pot hole. Bloody coppers think they own the road.
Seriously though if there’s a hole I’ll usually find it.