Last night...
Jan. 29th, 2004 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaWe left work, driving circumspectly, in a bit of snow. We proceeded normally, if cautiously, until we reached the A4074. Then we sl-o-o-o-wed. And stopped.
Stop. Stop. Move forward ten yards. Stop. Move forward one yard. Stop. Start. Wheelsslipskid. Move forward five yards. Stop. Start more carefully. Wheelsslipskid. Stop. Start even more carefully. Move forward half a yard. Stop.
Frances got out and brought us a snowball back. It was ideal snowballing snow, just lying about on the ground. Going to waste :(
After half an hour or so of such fun,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ao_lai rang the other carload to warn them to take an alternative route. We considered bailing out down a sideroad, but doing similar things in the past has taught me that you're actually likely to run into the same jam (or a related one) again, somewhere else. And I was concerned about the state of small roads, since the reasonably major road we were on was ungritted and mildly treacherous.
*thwap*
I look up in surprise. A snowball has just hit the windscreen in front of me. Everyone else refuses to believe me.
*thwap*
A second snowball, unmistakeable.
Toby and Ao_lai did the sensible thing, and rose above it. Frances and I leapt out and returned fire at the bunch of kids standing at the top of the bank. Sadly, we were hampered by having to throw up hill, but they ran away: moral victory.
By this time, the traffic was sufficiently stationary that even though I was driving, I wasn't at all worried about getting out of the car to hurl snow around.
We receive a call fromonebyone, in the other carload. They'd ignored our advice, and were now stuck in the same jam.
We play I-spy. We consider making a snowman, but Frances reports the snow has got too cold and gone all powdery. Very, very occasionally, we slither foward over the solid ice for another few yards.
We receive a call from Onebyone. They took the sideroad option, successfully, and can report that the A4074 is clear after the Mongewell Roundabout (isn't that a great place name?) No marks to me for deciding to sit it out, then :(
A hectic discussion ensues: Ao_lai on the phone to Onebyone, who is relaying instructions fromzandev (the driver), and Toby in the back trying to make sense of the directions on the map.
We turn round, no doubt utterly confusing the car behind us, and head back to the previous turning to get off the A4074. A period of confusion ensues while I'm not entirely sure whether we're following the route Toby's found on the map, or the route the other car took - map would be more sensible, but Onebyone's instructions contain information about further jams, sadly not marked on my atlas.
Some false casts, and another phone call, and we're on course. Kind of. I am forced to assume that one or more of the following is true:
Suffice it to say that the route, down white (in the OS Map sense) roads, featured a lot of first gear, considerable slithering, sliding and skidding, and a certain amount of cursing.
And, as promised, we ran parallel to the clearly-still-stationary A4074 for a while, utlimately rejoining it after whatever the hold-up was. (An accident, we presume, though if anyone can tell me more exactly I'd love to know).
Reached home just after 9:30: nearly four and a half hours to drive Reading to Oxford.
And you know what, Onebyone? I still love snow.
Stop. Stop. Move forward ten yards. Stop. Move forward one yard. Stop. Start. Wheelsslipskid. Move forward five yards. Stop. Start more carefully. Wheelsslipskid. Stop. Start even more carefully. Move forward half a yard. Stop.
Frances got out and brought us a snowball back. It was ideal snowballing snow, just lying about on the ground. Going to waste :(
After half an hour or so of such fun,
ao_lai rang the other carload to warn them to take an alternative route. We considered bailing out down a sideroad, but doing similar things in the past has taught me that you're actually likely to run into the same jam (or a related one) again, somewhere else. And I was concerned about the state of small roads, since the reasonably major road we were on was ungritted and mildly treacherous.*thwap*
I look up in surprise. A snowball has just hit the windscreen in front of me. Everyone else refuses to believe me.
*thwap*
A second snowball, unmistakeable.
Toby and Ao_lai did the sensible thing, and rose above it. Frances and I leapt out and returned fire at the bunch of kids standing at the top of the bank. Sadly, we were hampered by having to throw up hill, but they ran away: moral victory.
By this time, the traffic was sufficiently stationary that even though I was driving, I wasn't at all worried about getting out of the car to hurl snow around.
We receive a call from
onebyone, in the other carload. They'd ignored our advice, and were now stuck in the same jam.We play I-spy. We consider making a snowman, but Frances reports the snow has got too cold and gone all powdery. Very, very occasionally, we slither foward over the solid ice for another few yards.
We receive a call from Onebyone. They took the sideroad option, successfully, and can report that the A4074 is clear after the Mongewell Roundabout (isn't that a great place name?) No marks to me for deciding to sit it out, then :(
A hectic discussion ensues: Ao_lai on the phone to Onebyone, who is relaying instructions from
zandev (the driver), and Toby in the back trying to make sense of the directions on the map. We turn round, no doubt utterly confusing the car behind us, and head back to the previous turning to get off the A4074. A period of confusion ensues while I'm not entirely sure whether we're following the route Toby's found on the map, or the route the other car took - map would be more sensible, but Onebyone's instructions contain information about further jams, sadly not marked on my atlas.
Some false casts, and another phone call, and we're on course. Kind of. I am forced to assume that one or more of the following is true:
- Zandev is a better driver than me
- Zandev has a better car than me (well, that's certainly true, though I'm not sure whether it's relevant)
- The roads had iced over considerably more in the intervening hour
- They were trying to kill us
Suffice it to say that the route, down white (in the OS Map sense) roads, featured a lot of first gear, considerable slithering, sliding and skidding, and a certain amount of cursing.
And, as promised, we ran parallel to the clearly-still-stationary A4074 for a while, utlimately rejoining it after whatever the hold-up was. (An accident, we presume, though if anyone can tell me more exactly I'd love to know).
Reached home just after 9:30: nearly four and a half hours to drive Reading to Oxford.
And you know what, Onebyone? I still love snow.
no subject
Date: 2004-01-29 11:08 am (UTC)You'll be pleased to hear that my journey home last night (from one side of Reading to the other) was no worse than usual :-)
Re:
Date: 2004-01-29 11:15 am (UTC)And, should it remain icy for any period of time, I'd like to make it perfectly clear that if you find that someone has sandpapered all the grip off the soles of your trainers, it'll be absolutely nothing to do with me. OK ?