A57 the snake
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Glossop to Mottram roundabout… 9 hrs or that what it feels like.
LMAO, think I'll cancel the trip now I think about it.Don't forget the Primus stove as dad brewed up in a lay by. Setting off at 4am and I Spy books.
Speaking of which can you imagine @Bill Walker doing the verbal equivalent!
Something beginning with d
Desert
Correct your turn
Something beginning with S
Sand
Correct
and repeat for 1,000 miles
Is Mottram junction still jammed every day ?Glossop to Mottram roundabout… 9 hrs or that what it feels like.
Yes mate …absolute nightmare Bill every day no matter of what time morning or afternoon it’s the Glossop slog in or out .Yet they just build houses and more houses .LMAO, think I'll cancel the trip now I think about it.
Is Mottram junction still jammed every day ?
I lived in Glossop for 2 years in the late 70s, worked in Hyde, it was a nightmare back then and there was talk of a flyover over MottramYes mate …absolute nightmare Bill every day no matter of what time morning or afternoon it’s the Glossop slog in or out .Yet they just build houses and more houses .
In the sixties (yawn) the 350 miles from manchester to newquay was a f'kin nightmare, 12 hours was not uncommon, usually more like ten. It was lemming-like, we knew before setting off it would be just as bad as the year before, that every town would be grid-locked, every filling station would be choc-a-bloc, queues for the bogs massive, the chaos on the exeter bypass a regular feature on the news; women drivers were still a bit uncommon so most "dads" had to do all the driving. The hotel lounge was a bit "four yorkshire men", who had the longest journey etc, those from scotland taking the mileage yellow jersey, but the south-east journeyers were in solid traffic all the way. Coach travellers generally shared the same verdict, "never again".
Threesome ?I remember three of us driving down to Cheddar in Somerset in a mini, must have been about 82’ish. We bought about twenty gallons of cider and some great cheese. We went to some pubs and spent the night in the mini, all three of us, plus the cider. Woke up in the morning with a cop car parked next to us and a couple of very happy looking coppers in it, watching our discomfort. One of my mates had puked out the window, it was not pretty, we were told by the cops to go home (northants) and they weren’t going to mess with us, figured we’d suffered enough. That was a long drive home