Imagine the scenario, the hill was mainly covered with iced slush. A dozen or more abandoned cars parked along it's length on the up hill left hand side. Cars coming down at 1-2mph, their wheels not even turning, just sliding along, pushed by gravity a couple of feet at a time. Me and Our_Lass were at the junction halfway up the hill, indicating to go left up the hill. Looking up the hill we could see parked cars, hazard lights, wheels spinning, people pushing.
Were we up the the Boza hill challenge
Another taxi flashed us out and we were off. It was a very long slow process, we'd progressed about 20 yards in 15 minutes. Wheels spinning, clutches slipping as we tried to slow the wheels to get grip. Slowly the line of cars in front of us was thinning. 1 by 1 it the front car was getting a clear run and going for gold, but every now and again, one lost the fight and ended in the gutter, wheels spinning. Then the hazards. Hope gone. Journey ended.
A saviour, looking in my rear view mirror I saw an orange gritter lorry, slowly but surely making his way through the thronged traffic. As he approached, I saw the cars in front of him doing their best to move over and let the saviour through. The vehicles in front of us were doing the same. A path to the top of the challenge was being made clear. Then the gritter passed me by with is load of grit being spewed on the road behind and bouncing off the radiator grill of the bearded self centred pig headed bastard of a driver who was over taking everything in his Range Rover !!
Was another 15 mins till we made it to the top of the hill. The gritter ,and Range Rover, were nowhere to be seen.