I was on the a68 after leaving the a1 and I look in my mirror to find a tipper truck up my arse. I was doing 50 (in a van), so I increase speed to 60 to get some distance between us and guess what, he matches it. Jesus christ he is still up my arse! I felt like that bloke off the film Duel.
Anyway I increase my speed, fluctuating between 65 and 70 and the f’in tipper is still there! WTF! I thought, '"there is no way that fcker is gonna be able to stop if there is an unforeseen event somewhere along the way and I’m gonna be toast. Thankfully as we came through a small village he had to wait for oncoming traffic which gives me an opportunity to escape. Back up to 65 and away I go only to see the tipper in the distance but it’s obvious he is catching up!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
This is the forward thinking part, I decided to pull in and let the killer on wheels pass to harass someone else.
Mad as a box of frogs. The end.