glenn forger
Guest
I always carry five litres of water, distress flares, emergency rations, a spade and flashing beacon, I feel a lot safer but get a bit self-conscious on the bus.
A motorcyclist went up through the stationary traffic just after I'd arrived on the scene but about half an hour later, the same guy was walking his bike down the hard shoulder back towards us from the head of the queue. He wasn't allowed through but gave us all the info he'd obtained from the rescue people. One thing my new-found friend and I noticed straight away though was that this rider had three options but none had crossed his mind.
I went for 1) Lift the bike over the barrier and ride freely on the completely empty westbound carriageway.
Bryn, my new mate went for 2) His bike had knobbly tyres so he would have lifted it over the opposite barriers and ridden across the fields (dry) to Stanlow and got onto other roads from there. 3) Was to slowly ride the V short distance to the service station and utilise the service road from there to re-connect to the road network.
He was in a much worse position than us because we had warm cars with radios while he only had a motorcycle to sit on but none of these ideas had entered his mind and it was up to Bryn and I to point out the options available to him.
He told us he know no other way to get to his destination than on that motorway, had no GPS or map so would have been stuck if he'd chosen any other option but after we'd given him a page of the area from an AA atlas, he went for option 3.
I always carry five litres of water, distress flares, emergency rations, a spade and flashing beacon, I feel a lot safer but get a bit self-conscious on the bus.
A motorcyclist went up through the stationary traffic just after I'd arrived on the scene but about half an hour later, the same guy was walking his bike down the hard shoulder back towards us from the head of the queue. He wasn't allowed through but gave us all the info he'd obtained from the rescue people. One thing my new-found friend and I noticed straight away though was that this rider had three options but none had crossed his mind.
I went for 1) Lift the bike over the barrier and ride freely on the completely empty westbound carriageway.
Bryn, my new mate went for 2) His bike had knobbly tyres so he would have lifted it over the opposite barriers and ridden across the fields (dry) to Stanlow and got onto other roads from there. 3) Was to slowly ride the V short distance to the service station and utilise the service road from there to re-connect to the road network.
He was in a much worse position than us because we had warm cars with radios while he only had a motorcycle to sit on but none of these ideas had entered his mind and it was up to Bryn and I to point out the options available to him.
He told us he know no other way to get to his destination than on that motorway, had no GPS or map so would have been stuck if he'd chosen any other option but after we'd given him a page of the area from an AA atlas, he went for option 3.
That is seriously twisted....and all too believable.the managers loved the bad weather because it increased the chances of a big crash.