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Interesting situation last night in the van.
Driving round the back of Chelsea (just as the Liverpool buses were turning up, but that's a different matter) - a favourite little rat run to Wandsworth Bridge. Cars are parked both sides of the roads, making it wide enough for one and a half cars. There are very very few parking spaces to allow passing (as the game is on). There are pillow speed humps.
We are leading two-three cars and come face to face with a TVR about 20 yrds in from the junction. He is just about to negotiate the speed hump. We stop and decide we can't squeeze past him here. We stop. He stops.
Nothing happens.
It's dark so there's not good eye contact. Headlights are on.
Nothing happens.
We can see him take his hands off the wheel and shrug.
Nothing happens.
The cars behind us are still there. Reversing the van is a pain as there is no rear view. There might as well be no steering either.
Still nothing happens.
Noone flashes. Noone beeps. I am astounded by the patience being shown. We are at impasse for a whole song on the radio.
The TVR creeps backwards. He creeps back just far enough for us to just squeeze through -- although he could have made it easy if he wanted to.
We politely waved and thanked him, and drove on.
* * * * * *
The thing I still can't figure out is what was going through his mind. I had initially thought he might have poor ground clearance and was reluctant to go back over speed humps, but he was yet to go over it, and hadn't any behind him.
I also can't figure out what the right thing to do was. I was tempted to (have my passenger) hop out and ask if he needed a hand reversing.
Driving round the back of Chelsea (just as the Liverpool buses were turning up, but that's a different matter) - a favourite little rat run to Wandsworth Bridge. Cars are parked both sides of the roads, making it wide enough for one and a half cars. There are very very few parking spaces to allow passing (as the game is on). There are pillow speed humps.
We are leading two-three cars and come face to face with a TVR about 20 yrds in from the junction. He is just about to negotiate the speed hump. We stop and decide we can't squeeze past him here. We stop. He stops.
Nothing happens.
It's dark so there's not good eye contact. Headlights are on.
Nothing happens.
We can see him take his hands off the wheel and shrug.
Nothing happens.
The cars behind us are still there. Reversing the van is a pain as there is no rear view. There might as well be no steering either.
Still nothing happens.
Noone flashes. Noone beeps. I am astounded by the patience being shown. We are at impasse for a whole song on the radio.
The TVR creeps backwards. He creeps back just far enough for us to just squeeze through -- although he could have made it easy if he wanted to.
We politely waved and thanked him, and drove on.
* * * * * *
The thing I still can't figure out is what was going through his mind. I had initially thought he might have poor ground clearance and was reluctant to go back over speed humps, but he was yet to go over it, and hadn't any behind him.
I also can't figure out what the right thing to do was. I was tempted to (have my passenger) hop out and ask if he needed a hand reversing.
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