Brotherhood of Man #everycloudeveryday

Yesterday, on the M6 just outside Knutsford, I was part of something amazing.

There were roadworks & the lanes reduced from 3 to 2. We had ample warning & everyone merged in an orderly fashion, knowing that this would slow their journey, but acknowledging that the M6 can be a cruel mistress at times.

Everyone, that is, except for a wazzock in Mercedes.

He clearly thought his journey was more important than the rest & that gave him the right to zip straight along the closed lane until the very last moment & nip in to the stream of traffic.

What happened next was incredible. I could almost imagine Sir David Attenborough doing a voiceover describing the incredible behaviour of the humans in their metal boxes, as all of the cars in that outside lane quickly began to move as one. There was a fluidity rarely seen in motorway driving, as we all knew – at this moment – we were working towards a higher purpose.

Each driver abandoned thoughts of ourselves & our destinations, adopted unsafe stopping distances between us & the car in front & edged slightly out into that closed lane, with the sole intention of teaching Mr Mercedes a lesson & making him wait like we had all had to*. We all played our parts magnificently, knowing we were were merely a cog in a well-oiled lesson-teaching-machine.

It felt good.

More importantly, it worked!

Mr Mercedes ended up merging into the lane at about – if not slightly after – the point that he would have done had he not been such an impatient knob. This was a small but highly significant victory for the queuing drivers & their patience. You could almost feel the sense of euphoria rising from the vehicles all around me as they watched their hard work pay off & saw justice happen in front of their very own eyes.

It warmed my heart to be involved in a demonstration of such solidarity & reminded me of the good that we can see on a daily basis, if we just take a moment to stop & look around us.

Just thinking about it, even the morning after, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up & I feel privileged to have been a part of it.

Today I’ll be on the M1 & can barely contain my sense of excitement at what my journey may hold.

*This post is not advocating unsafe driving, but sometimes needs must.

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