Well, it's dull and damp and busy so no classic action today. Will try tomorrow.
Damp days give me time to remember the summer and the M25.
Sixty minutes after leaving home, it’s the traffic building up and you pass from sleepy Suffolk through the Essex badlands to the satanic ring that is the M25. Driving passes through the dreamy state of staring down the 60’s inspiring bonnet over to the gauges. Speed drops as traffic builds and lanes clog, check the gauges again.
No radio on, no CD multi-changer, just watching the road ahead, watching the speed, scrutinising the gauges. Temperature fine, as then the speed drops again and distant stop lamps grow like a red snake concertinaing towards you, you halt. No air conditioning either, just the smells of warm car, creep forward and watch the gauges, Oil pressure down as Temperature rises. Check the gauges again.