a vauxhall calibra spinning through the view in my right wing mirror and across my my left wing mirror and then an eery lack of traffic around or behind me for quite some time.
a lorry on the hard shoulder that had seemingly braked sharply resulting in a huge iron plate on the flat bed slicing through cab at knee level and jutting several meters out the front
A silver people carrier with the livery of a very well known supplier of running and cycle race timing services, medals and trophies, and numbers for mountain bike races – with a driver more interested with something that was on his front passenger seat, or possibly even in the passenger footwell or glove box than the road of traffic around him. Mostly driving with two wheels on the hard shoulder but veering randomly from the hardshoulder the the middle lane, indicating occasionally in a direction counter the one he was drifting in. Followed him as he did this for 40 miles.