The Land of No Return

This weekend I’ve been enjoying Renault’s hospitality, watching cars whizz past at high speeds. There’s been some fine action on show (as always) with a F1 demonstration, various single-seater categories and sporty coupes. The highlight (predictably enough) was the clio racing. Dozens of those powerful hatchbacks speeding down the ‘Craner Curves’ is a sight to behold!

The problem came when we tried to leave today. We decided to miss the last race to avoid the rush as everybody tried to leave at once. Immediately after the penultimate race finished we were on our way to the exit (about 15.25). We found the car with no trouble and joined the nearest queue of cars heading towards the exit (the way we came in).

The line of traffic did not move. We waited. Empires were raised and fell. We waited. The traffic simply refused to move. Not even a little. The only time there was any movement at all was when somebody gave up and went to find a different way out. Their space was usally taken by somebody cutting in from the sides. We got penned in with a troop of vehicles all around us. Over a hour after we got to the car enough of them gave up that we were able to squeeze out to the left and head over towards where we had spotted movement.

Having joined a new queue of cars e made some progress before this too appeared to have stalled. Thankfully, this setback was only temporary. Over where we had been the cars were in exactly the same places as when we left them. This new location had seven lines of cars all trying to get through a space just large enough for one. We were in the line best positioned for the hole, but in truth it was a test of nerve to decide who got through. We were positioned so close to the car in front that nothing could edge us out. There was a VW to our left driven by a nutter who had already narrowly avoided smashing into a line of cars. When the car in front pulled forwards we were too slow, and the VW and a Rover pounced on the square-yard of space as if it was a sandwich and they hadn’t eaten for 2 days. This left them equally well positioned to get through the space, but the Rover driver showed a determination against the arrogant VW driver which earned my respect. After that is was steady progress out to the road (about 18.00).

We then queued through Castle Donington and headed for the simple, 45 minute, drive up the motorway. Only, the motorway was gridlocked. Following a detour through several towns we arrived home four hours after we set off.

We have no reason to suspect the original line of traffic is anywhere other than where we left it.

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~ by yorksdevil on September 9, 2007.

2 Responses to “The Land of No Return”

  1. I suppose it means you got to see driving at its best and worst

  2. Hey lazyboy – where are you?

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