In another thread Neil mentioned black ice and a cold shudder went down my back.
In the late 70s we used to live near Bath. The Bosses Mum and Dad lived at Blackhall Rocks North of Hartlepool, a long way to go for a cup of tea!!
Like an idiot I had promised my boss that I would be back at work the day after Boxing Day. As we had gone "oop North" for Crimble this mean't traveling back on Boxing Day. Snag was it snowed.
Normally, I think it was about a 5 or 6 hour ride. In those days we traveled by motorcycle. We left Blackhall Rocks at about 9.30, it took 2 hours to get to the A1/M, a trip of about 20 miles. The M'way South had one lane open, and it wasn't too bad. We arrived at Leicester at about 3 ish, and decided to load up on sausage rolls and meatpies and wait until it got dark, I hate traveling at dusk. The intention was to travel down the Fosse Way which passed within about a mile from where we lived. As soon as we got on the Fosse Way I realised it was a mistake. A narrow two lane road, with high camber, and the snow which had been melting had frozen. Some parts of the road were black ice from verge to verge. We ended up riding along the verge on the grassy bits. Then the headlamp bulb blew, onto sidelights, fortunately it was a very clear bright moonlit night. We stopped somewhere around Banbury where I saw a petrol place with a brazier burning. We huddled around that and the owner gave us some cups of coffee, no bulbs though!. I saw a sign for Newbury and headed for that, thinking to get onto the M4 which, along with the Fosse Way passed very close to home sweet home. We got on to the M4, and turned right. Then we encountered freezing fog, oh joy. Within a couple of miles my visor had frozen up, then my glasses, which I had to take off. The conditions didn't seem to affect the cars though, they were still coming passed at quite high speed, in close to zero visibility. I remember saying to Jan, that if we had to stop for whatever reason to hop off and get as far away from the road as possible. Fortunately there was no emergency. Not far from our turnoff, there was an intersection, and I could see a Police Range Rover there, so, as I could no longer feel my hands (despite silk inners, lined gloves, waxed cotton overmitts, and handlebar muffs) we stopped and asked if we could sit in their car for a bit to warm up, one of them said "No….there is a Service place a few miles up the road". So on we went. We eventually got home at about 3.00a.m. I had 1/4" of ice from the frozen fog, on my chest, my eyebrows and moustache where frozen, my eyes were banging around somewhere at the back of my skull. Then we discovered that we had no water the pipes had frozen!! It couldn't get any better than this.
From memory the frost that night was severe, something like 15 degrees below freezing.
Nevertheless I got to work early the next day, had a shower and walked into the office and was greeted by the boss with " God you look awful, I didn't really expect you in today, what with the snow and everything".
That was the day and a half when we decided to emigrate!!
cheers
Bill
Edited By Bill Pudney on 17/01/2016 02:43:49