I don’t know about you, but I’ve approached roadwork signs more confusing than this.
The all time classic for me was as a child driving across Europe overnight on our family holiday. German laybys are split in two, with a straight through lane to one side, and a parking section to the other. About 3am we were passing through a set of roadworks, where they had closed the motorway, diverting traffic through the layby. As we were following some Germans, we were doing 90mph as we entered the layby, accidentally went left into the parking area, as everyone else went right, we passed a line of camper vans, and left them shuddering in our wake as we then re-joined the 90 mph convoy in the place we had left, having not slowed even slightly.
I have a dim recollection of us all screaming while my Dad appeared to be dressed in a Devil’s costume like John Candy in Planes, Trains & Automobiles….
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Funny, I seem to remember this in daylight. As we were screaming along the look of horror on the faces of people at the picnic tables. Never lost momentum though, quality driving.
What about the badly lit pit in the road in Belgium we nearly drove into?
Was the cat in or out of the box? Was it alive or dead?
Took me a few seconds Curmudgeon, but then the name Erwin Schroedinger swam up thru the murky depths of my memory
Definitely dark Alison, it was the first car Dad had with extra spotlights on the front, and it was those that lit up the faces of the camper van inhabitants…
Right first time.
(I believe that’s the appropriate local vernacular, isn’t it?)
It is. Is that not international?
I’m amazed I could remember it at all…