Worst experience whilst driving

a couple of months ago we were on the M1 heading north towards the M6 interchange and we went past a vw golf sat in the middle lane doing 50mph, wagons were undertaking him in the first lane as i went passed him in the outside lane.

As we go past the guy has a book propped against the steering wheel and he is in a world of his own reading!

OMG you've just reminded me of my worst (and stupidest) experience.

As a youngster I'd had an incredibly busy few days with work and exams where I'd had a total of about 8 hours sleep and had driven about 800 miles up and down the country. I had to drive on a motorway for about an hour and I remember being fully aware that I was falling asleep - was almost an out of body experience as I could see what was happening but could barely stop it.

Had the windows down, slapping my face, shouting, music on loud etc.

Thankfully a junction presented itself and I was able to get off to a safe spot for a sleep. Really st me up and I'm still so annoyed with myself for being so stupid.

Early 2000s on M62 crossing highest point of Pennines in GT3 heading to Leeds for meeting in biblical hurricane wet and stormy conditions outside lane overtaking a caravan which started to snake and milliseconds after overtaking it jacknifed into the outside lane taking out numerous cars behind us from lanes 2 and 3 in the process.

The resultant carnage and crashing vehicles witnessed in my rear view mirror was truly something else.

As a student, I was the passenger in a similar situation - on the way back from a very late night out (gig or club, forget which, possibly both) in London, I was sitting in the passenger seat of a mate's Metro. He was rather flaky, but he was a nice guy. Dark stretch of motorway, two girls in the back are asleep, I've had several drinks so am struggling to stay awake myself, and all of a sudden I jolt VERY wideawake as the passenger side wheels run over the hard shoulder rumble strips. I shout his name, he clearly and audibly wakes up, then JERKS the wheel at probably 50/60mph, cue very wobbly car, 2 screaming girls in the back and me probably going rather white as he tries to get control again.

Funnily enough no one slept for the last hour of the drive...


Behind the wheel, scariest was probably driving down the M69, in the dark, in the densest fog I've ever seen (visibility was probably 50 ft at best, at some points it was half that, and you lost sight of tail-lights ahead of you in less than 100ft). I was doing maybe 30mph, while being passed by idiots still doing close to twice my speed, including a truck that clearly swerved to overtake me. This was well over 20 years ago before ABS was as ubiquitous as it is now.

James was a nice guy. Shame they closed down.

I still have my 64 Guilietta Sprint I got from him. Lovely thing.

On topic - my Dad had a bright yellow Lada in ‘77. I was 7 and car mad. I hated it. I can’t really say much more without destroying years of counselling about the whole episode.

James was a nice guy. Shame they closed down.

I still have my 64 Guilietta Sprint I got from him. Lovely thing.

On topic - my Dad had a bright yellow Lada in ‘77. I was 7 and car mad. I hated it. I can’t really say much more without destroying years of counselling about the whole episode.

Actually it wasn’t the worst, but certainly odd. About 9pm on sat I was driving down a fairly quiet duel carriageway and a taxi was coming the wrong way towards me. As it was quiet I was in l1 and the only car about, so he was in l2. It was so bizarre I had to double check what had happened.

Having picked my, new to me, Nomad up from the factory a couple of years ago stopped for a mooch and coffee at the Haynes Motor Museum

Nice break, fab weather, so not paying as much attention as i should have been when i left...

A few miles down the road, on a dual carriageway part of the A303, so progressing at a decent lick, I found out the hard way that I hadn't located the quick release steering wheel properly....

Fortunately road empty, managed to bring the car to a stop just before i hit the central reservation

Put the steering wheel back on and then got into a layby.... after some deep breaths and checking my trousers were clean, drove the remaing 1.5hours home continually firmly pushing the steering wheel on to the boss, even though i knew that time I'd located it properly

Heading back from a family holiday in SW Wales a couple of years ago, we reached the two roundabouts at Carmarthen, where it gets quite busy. I happened to look across at the car in the lane next to me and saw what I thought was an item of clothing, belt or possibly a cuddly toy dragging along the road next to it. Only when the car came to a halt did I realise to my horror that it was a dead cat on a lead! The stupid fat cow in the passenger seat must have somehow trapped it in the door prior to setting off. What an awful way to go. One thing is for sure, the thick bh was in for a shock when she got out of the car at her destination.

We just sat in silence and felt sick all the way home.

I was driving along a main road in an local area. This road was s mostly residential and wide, cars tend to move along it at 40/45 mph. There’s a slight sweeping Bend, not blind.
I came round this bend to see, in the opposite lane, a toddler having a bit of an adventurous wobbly stroll! Luckily the approaching cars were several metres away. They had to stand on the brakes as I swerved in front of them and stopped. Much beeping and fist waiving from them as the GF and I got out but then the distraught mother arrived and scooped him up.

That toddler will be well into their thirties now.. assuming they haven’t been too adventurous