As the weather forecast was good yesterday I thought I would use the E to go and see my Dad, a weekly visit, now he’s getting frail. Weather was fine, sun and a little cloud. 50 miles of varied roads, some dual, some single, some country lanes.
The journey back was something else. Driving along the A30, I encountered weather one normally associates with tropical climes, rain falling like a waterfall. Definitely a test for the 52 year old rubbers around my E’s doors and glass. Roads became river beds, running with silt and gravel laden streams, pooling into vast lakes of standing water on bends and dips in the road, made all the more hazardous by other traffic, farm tractors pulling trailers full of chopped up maize, trucks and slowcoach elderly car drivers creating spray, chicanes, and generally slow going.
Just as I was thinking is wasn’t such a good idea to make my E so filthy close to the end of the summer, into view coming the other way was a white OTS. I flashed, but I don’t know if he saw another E going the other way.
I wonder if he had seen the same weather forecast?