In my reckless youth, when we did weekend trips to the east coast, on the way back there was a never ending snake of cars. We used to pull out when the road was clear and just keep going until something came the other way. Then push in. It was rare to be flashed or hooted at. This was the early seventies.
On one famous occasion we had a 'wager' as to who could get home first. I had a Midget. My opponent had a Marina TC which he rated highly. Within a couple of miles of setting off from Scarborough I nailed him and never saw him again. I and my fearless passenger pressed on, most of the time on the wrong side of the road. About half way home a red dot appeared in the rear view mirror. It slowly gained on us. Eventually it passed us. It was an MGB..........which disappeared into the distance.
I was a loony in my early years but got away with it.
Whoever was in that MGB was a loony loony.
At the local pub they used to have wagers as to who could drive to London & back first, the evidence was the London evening newspaper.
