Hello,
I've bought a roadregistered trackcar (1981 Porsche 928) and drove it friday
1/10 from Workington (Cumbria) to Dover, got on a ferry and then home to Brussels.Started friday evening around 19Hr00 and got to Barnsley 23Hr30. Quite an eventfull, scary (so big fun) drive: raining, bad visibility, no light in the car (map useless) and roads without any light but littered with speedcams (car had a speedo which is euh optimistic). Crossed England (Workington to Scotch Corner) at 2000 RPM in fifth gear :)
Slept in a motel called Travellodge and in the morning took the M1 south. Aha: the motor has something but my guts (not the engine) ran out at 5000 RPM in fifth.
As I was in Germany a week ago and obviously used to Belgian roads I was amased at the strange and -in my eyes- undisiplined way that the English drive (no I am not reffering to at whitch side on the road you drive).
I had (being on the M1 South) on quite a number of occasions slower trafic in front of me on the fast lane. Staying 30m behind them was no incentif for them to pull over.
Then I pulled over and watched how it's done. Resumed: a car is toddling at 100 kph in the fast lane and a faster driver comes along (let say 160 kph). He dives for the rear bumper and then, only then, the slower driver moves over, letting the other one go through. Off course he then immediately shift back (all other lanes free) to the fast lane.
Am I missing something? The fast lane on a motorway (highway) is the lane nearest to the middle section on the complete road, isn't it?
Anyway: being not quite sure, I dove in slow-mo to your fellow-man's bumpers leaving ample time and opportunity to slam the brakes. Hey it worked!
The over ambitious speedo started working at his own device: sometime it seemed to give the correct speed but I am sure I wasn't at 365 kph when that showed up.
Down to London with no problem, just took one junction to late, missing the M25. Saturday morning in a London trafic jam :(
Got again to the M25 passing through Enfield (A10) and then it was a straight drive to a nice bridge, which sadly was a toll-bridge. Semi-high-speed to Dover and immediately got on board a ferry going to Calais.
So long UK. Great being there once again but somewhat shocked by drivers manners and overall cost of living (50 UKP for a night in a motel, 8 UKP for breakfast, 2.6 UKP for a pint of Lager (how can you get drunk with those prices??)).
Friendly people everywhere though, got a kiss of a nice girl begging to take her along... but the 928 was filled with an extra set of wheels so sadly I couldn't :-)
Tom - back home in Brussels- De Moor
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