So, I had a meeting in winsford today and driving from chester you go over kelsall hill which is a wide dual carriageway up and then (obviously) back down a big hill. I proceeded in spirited fashion down the hill not really paying too much attention to what I was passing. I was probably going a bit too fast but nothing outrageous. Anyway, as the road goes down to single carriage way I noticed an oldish (maybe 6 or 7 years old) silver subaru up ahead (not sure what model but it didn't have a wing/big bumpers etc...). We both turned off right at the fork in the road to winsford and because of the type of car I assumed it would be trotting along at grand parent pace so I was expecting to have to overtake him at some stage. I know the road quite well so know where one can and cannot overtake.
As it happened he proceeded at a fair old whack so I forgot about having to overtake and was pleased that I'd be able to carry on at a fair pace. He kept getting quicker and quicker and I can remember thinking bloody hell he's a good driver pulling away from me in that quite effortlessly. It was at this point that the penny perhaps should have dropped. It didn't.
I then glanced in my mirror and see a olive green/brown VW passat driving right up my arse. I then recalled passing this chap on the kelsall hill and immediately think aha! he's 1) pissed off at being overtaken and/or 2) playing silly buggers with the scooby so I back off expecting the passat to pass at one of various points along the road. It doesn't. It stays right up my arse. I'm talking less than two feet off the rear bumber. So I speed back up again to put some distance between us which he duly eats up to be hanging off the back bumper again. Anyway, as you approach the A49 crossroads/traffic lights the road straightens out and here he indicates to overtake me. I should have let him go but the devil on the right shoulder said to me "F*ck him, if he wanted to drive up my arse and wouldn't pass before he can bl**dy well stay there now" so I put my foot down. I dread to think what speed we got to but suffice to say after three or four seconds he realised he wasn't getting past and dropped back onto the rear bumper.
Shortly afterwards we stop in the queue for the crossroad lights which are red. Behind me is the passat, behind him is a grey motorbike. In front of me the silver subaru. In front of the scooby there is a green bmw 3 series saloon and then a black civic. Anyway the passat sticks his front out into the oncoming lane right up against the back of my car and stops there as if he is having a look around the front of the car and I'm thinking what's he going to do? Wait for the lights to go green and then blast past me and everyone else in the queue before the oncoming traffic gets here? Nutter!
About 10 seconds later the silver subaru pulls onto and blocks the other side of the road sticks his had out the window and bugger me he attaches a blue light to the top of the car. The civic, passatt and bike all start flashing blue lights and sirens and the passatt pulls round me and stops, so I think, next to the beemer. Now at this stage I think they've boxed in the green beemer (how thick I know). The chap in the scooby gets out. He's in plain clothes but with a police cap on and stab/bullet proof vest. I think he's coming over to tell me to turn around and find another way through as they deal with the beemer but no, he calmly says to me "Sir unlike us, you are not allowed to speed". And before I can say noted, sorry, thanks for not throwing the book at me he has already started walking back to his car. The convoy of undercover cop cars/bikes, less the passatt which must have got off when I was talking to the copper, then carrys on its way leaving me feeling a right plumb.
At this stage I'm thinking "phew" I inadvertently got involved in a police training exercise but I later discover from a chap at the meeting I'm going to that thats not the case. He says to all of us at the meeting "you're not going to believe what I saw on the way over....."
Turns out he saw the civic, passat, scooby and bike in a different part of chester boxing in the green BMW, dragging the two occupants out, bundling them into the passatt and setting off to winsford (where the police HQ is) at top speed. Turns out I inadvertently broke up and then started playing with cop cars who were in convoy rapidly transporting what must have been some fairly wanted chaps back to the cop shop. Either way note to self to think twice next time hey?.......
As it happened he proceeded at a fair old whack so I forgot about having to overtake and was pleased that I'd be able to carry on at a fair pace. He kept getting quicker and quicker and I can remember thinking bloody hell he's a good driver pulling away from me in that quite effortlessly. It was at this point that the penny perhaps should have dropped. It didn't.
I then glanced in my mirror and see a olive green/brown VW passat driving right up my arse. I then recalled passing this chap on the kelsall hill and immediately think aha! he's 1) pissed off at being overtaken and/or 2) playing silly buggers with the scooby so I back off expecting the passat to pass at one of various points along the road. It doesn't. It stays right up my arse. I'm talking less than two feet off the rear bumber. So I speed back up again to put some distance between us which he duly eats up to be hanging off the back bumper again. Anyway, as you approach the A49 crossroads/traffic lights the road straightens out and here he indicates to overtake me. I should have let him go but the devil on the right shoulder said to me "F*ck him, if he wanted to drive up my arse and wouldn't pass before he can bl**dy well stay there now" so I put my foot down. I dread to think what speed we got to but suffice to say after three or four seconds he realised he wasn't getting past and dropped back onto the rear bumper.
Shortly afterwards we stop in the queue for the crossroad lights which are red. Behind me is the passat, behind him is a grey motorbike. In front of me the silver subaru. In front of the scooby there is a green bmw 3 series saloon and then a black civic. Anyway the passat sticks his front out into the oncoming lane right up against the back of my car and stops there as if he is having a look around the front of the car and I'm thinking what's he going to do? Wait for the lights to go green and then blast past me and everyone else in the queue before the oncoming traffic gets here? Nutter!
About 10 seconds later the silver subaru pulls onto and blocks the other side of the road sticks his had out the window and bugger me he attaches a blue light to the top of the car. The civic, passatt and bike all start flashing blue lights and sirens and the passatt pulls round me and stops, so I think, next to the beemer. Now at this stage I think they've boxed in the green beemer (how thick I know). The chap in the scooby gets out. He's in plain clothes but with a police cap on and stab/bullet proof vest. I think he's coming over to tell me to turn around and find another way through as they deal with the beemer but no, he calmly says to me "Sir unlike us, you are not allowed to speed". And before I can say noted, sorry, thanks for not throwing the book at me he has already started walking back to his car. The convoy of undercover cop cars/bikes, less the passatt which must have got off when I was talking to the copper, then carrys on its way leaving me feeling a right plumb.
At this stage I'm thinking "phew" I inadvertently got involved in a police training exercise but I later discover from a chap at the meeting I'm going to that thats not the case. He says to all of us at the meeting "you're not going to believe what I saw on the way over....."
Turns out he saw the civic, passat, scooby and bike in a different part of chester boxing in the green BMW, dragging the two occupants out, bundling them into the passatt and setting off to winsford (where the police HQ is) at top speed. Turns out I inadvertently broke up and then started playing with cop cars who were in convoy rapidly transporting what must have been some fairly wanted chaps back to the cop shop. Either way note to self to think twice next time hey?.......
yeah lucky boy i say good story though
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