The scene: driving home after a few days away solo in Mrs PXW's IS250. On the M3, last stretch, nearly home. At around 70mph I get a blow-out on the rear offside tyre. Ouch! Pull over, remnants of tyre smoking but miraculously still on the rim, which appears to be undamaged (subject to a proper check tomorrow). Pull over as far onto the hard shoulder as possible, bearing in mind I am on an elevated urban stretch of motorway with a nice armco barrier to keep you relatively near the traffic.
I then proceed to change the wheel for the spacesaver spare. Where oh where are those traffic wombles when you need one? Changing the wheel took me 20-25 minutes, mostly because I was hampered by the proximity of the road and the need to stop work and retreat to (relative) safety whenever a truck or coach was passing and partly because I was doing the job from a slightly awkward angle so that I kept visibility of the oncoming traffic (imagine changing the wheel whilst standing by the offside rear passenger door - you get the idea). Nevertheless, I was eventually able to move off again, up to the heady speeds of 50mph which is the speed restriction on the spacesaver spare. So, just the inside lane for me - no heroics, thank you.
After a few miles, a lorry came tanking up behind me to within about 6 feet of my rear bumper, flashing his (many) headlights and blasting his horn. What exactly was he expecting me to do? I gave him a couple of flashes of the hazard warning lights, after which he seemed to get the hint that I wasn't going to go any faster and he pulled out to pass me.
Professional driver? What an utter tosser. Sadly he didn't even have one of those 'how is my driving' stickers
I then proceed to change the wheel for the spacesaver spare. Where oh where are those traffic wombles when you need one? Changing the wheel took me 20-25 minutes, mostly because I was hampered by the proximity of the road and the need to stop work and retreat to (relative) safety whenever a truck or coach was passing and partly because I was doing the job from a slightly awkward angle so that I kept visibility of the oncoming traffic (imagine changing the wheel whilst standing by the offside rear passenger door - you get the idea). Nevertheless, I was eventually able to move off again, up to the heady speeds of 50mph which is the speed restriction on the spacesaver spare. So, just the inside lane for me - no heroics, thank you.
After a few miles, a lorry came tanking up behind me to within about 6 feet of my rear bumper, flashing his (many) headlights and blasting his horn. What exactly was he expecting me to do? I gave him a couple of flashes of the hazard warning lights, after which he seemed to get the hint that I wasn't going to go any faster and he pulled out to pass me.
Professional driver? What an utter tosser. Sadly he didn't even have one of those 'how is my driving' stickers