There’s a dog-leg road junction a mile up the lane off which I live that’s made dangerous by the pub that partially obscures traffic from the right.
There’s a dog-leg road junction a mile up the lane off which I live that’s made dangerous by the pub that partially obscures traffic from the right. It’s safer in the dark when headlights show up from far off. I approached it in the second before daybreak the other morning, reckoning I wouldn’t have to stop (it’s a Give Way junction) because I’d see any lights in good time. There were lights and I saw them but I pulled out anyway and made it safely across, so nothing happened. Yet as I did it I knew I shouldn’t. So did the oncoming white van man who flashed me. He was right to be annoyed.
That set me thinking about my driving: what are my faults? It’s well known from surveys that most drivers rate themselves as above average.
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