Yesterday, M6 North, passing Walsall and, passing everything in sight.
I overtake an artic and suddenly everything lights up. Horn blowing, flashing headlights. Hell. I thinks. Something wrong with the vehicle, and pull onto the shoulder. Check the vehicle. Doors closed. Inner and outer wheels still inflated. And then I think about the vehicle that created such a fuss. Box on the back. A yuckie green painted unit. Lucy?
The embarrassmnet of it. The one and only time I get ‘eyeballed’ and I’m driving a ■■■■■7.5 tonner. I’m now resigned to the fact that my ‘street cred’ is zilch.
I was 8 months pregnant and leaning on everything in sight - we box drivers do our best not to support our own weight, never mind anybody else’s as well.
I’m a respectable 5ft 6 - but I gain a couple more inches in those shoes.