Last night I was riding up a snowy backlane just outside Bath and came across a small Peugeot stopped in the middle of the road with the hazards going and engine off. Thought I should make sure that they were okay so pulled up alongside the drivers window. Young girl (20ish), quite posh, rolled down the window.
Me: Are you okay.
Her: Actually, can you help. I set off up this hill and suddenly my car won't go forward, I don't understand whats going on, can I show you.
Me: Okay.
Her: - starts the engine, puts it first, lets out the clutch and front wheels spin.
Her: Can you see what's happening?
Me: (trying to stifle a giggle) Your front wheels are spinning on the snow so you can't go up the hill, snow is quite slippery.
Her: Oh (genuinely surprised), so will I need to reverse back down.
Me: Yes, I would say that was the best idea.
Her: Okay, I'll try that.
Daft bint didn't understand that cars don't have grip on snow, then had just turned off the engine and was sitting there hoping something would change. Sometimes do wonder how these people survive.
