My daily dice with death.

Gibber.


Today I realised how much my commute to work is a dice with death. For those who don't know, my journey is 50 miles or so, takes in two motorways (M27, M3) and two A roads (A31, A3).

Considering last week there was at least one accident on every road I travelled on, it still never hit me how dangerous it was. Until today.

About 5 miles into the journey, I'm hapilly in the outside lane of the M27. Ahead of me I see brake lights coming on, so I start to brake. Before I know it, the car in front has locked his brakes, and is taking avoiding action. I slam my beakes on hard and steer into the middle lane missing the carnage by inches. Thank god for ABS.

Now by this time my heart is beating like a rabbits after a chase, and takes me at least the next 30 miles to get myself back to normal. The traffic announcement comes on later, and says that the pileup is 7 or 8 cars blocking the outside lane.

If I was in my old car, that would've been 8 or 9 cars.