A black night…
Driving rain with a strong crosswind were the conditions as I drove around Vitoria-Gastiez in northern Spain. I was loaded with McDonalds heading for Victors at Burgos and then Madrid. A car passed me and then about 30 seconds later decided that the junction he’d just passed was the junction he wanted. Obviously the thing to do was stop, turn into the hard shoulder, take a little shunt and then drive back to the junction. A combination of tiredness, the street lights shimmering off the wet road and me reaching for yet another Marlboro was the reason I didn’t see any of that happen. I must have been 15 foot away before it registered exactly what was going on, I stood on the brakes and steered away and missed him by about a foot I reckon.
Yeh, I remember that one alright.