strugglinauthor
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OK, so it's my fault for living in the sticks. There are tractors on the road - what do you expect? But I have to get off my chest that it's impossible to have a clean car where I live as the B road I use every day has become a farmer's playground. And we're not talking a little film of mud that gives you a few manly splats of mud around the wheel arches, we're talking proper mud, deep enough that you can't see the tarmac and it feels as though you're driving through snow. The other day, after a visit to the local shops, I had to hose the car down as it looked as though I'd been rallying in it! :x
To add to the fun, instead of having flashing warning signs to tell you that if you travel more than 10 miles per hour then you could well slide off the road, you have an old oil drum with 'mud on road' scrawled on in red paint. Now I know the hard-working farmers of Britain have to plough the fields but surely, there must be some gizmo that can give the wheels a blast of water before they hit the main roads? I'm quite sure that if I made a mess like that the council would be crawling all over me.
Yesterday we went out and at the last minute took the missus's car. We were trundling through the familiar brown sludge when we came across a huge rock that had obviously adhered to a tractor wheel. It was impossible to avoid and even in a hatchback with good(ish) ground clearance, it made a hellish scraping noise under the car. If it had been the Z4, I'm sure we would have been talking a new bumper at best.
OK, rant over. Blood pressure returning to normal.
To add to the fun, instead of having flashing warning signs to tell you that if you travel more than 10 miles per hour then you could well slide off the road, you have an old oil drum with 'mud on road' scrawled on in red paint. Now I know the hard-working farmers of Britain have to plough the fields but surely, there must be some gizmo that can give the wheels a blast of water before they hit the main roads? I'm quite sure that if I made a mess like that the council would be crawling all over me.
Yesterday we went out and at the last minute took the missus's car. We were trundling through the familiar brown sludge when we came across a huge rock that had obviously adhered to a tractor wheel. It was impossible to avoid and even in a hatchback with good(ish) ground clearance, it made a hellish scraping noise under the car. If it had been the Z4, I'm sure we would have been talking a new bumper at best.
OK, rant over. Blood pressure returning to normal.
