"Richard Goodman" <
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> I was a favourite and easy target for children throwing snowballs, which were distracting, and the
> falling snow stung my eyes.
Ah yes, the snowballs. I came under a hail of fire from a teenage gang in Darkest Harrow. I thought
I'd dodged them all but one icy one caught my glasses and knocked the lens out. I had to stop to
look for it and harsh words were exchanged. It could have turned ugly for a moment or two but within
a few minutes the police arrived, having been summoned by a concerned bystander, and the teenagers
melted away faster than the snow.
Earlier the traffic in Watford had been completely gridlocked, and I had had to pick my way
carefully through it. The A4008 between Watford and Harrow was also very slow. Although I was
steadily overtaking cars I still had to go carefully as many of the ruts formed by their tyres had
frozen into nasty slippery ridges. Where possible the virgin snow between the two lanes of traffic
gave the best ride.
Although it's only a tiny bit further south, it was considerably warmer from just before Northholt.
The snowfall had been lighter and the road was wet rather than icy. Just one tricky moment coming
down the hill towards Northolt tube station at about 30 mph. Just as the road bent to the right I
realised I was no longer on normal wet road but back on patches of slush-covered ice. Luckily I
managed to roll through them.
By now my feet had become wet and cold after all that trudging around in the snow with the
teenagers, and I was glad to be able to warm up by mashing a highish gear along the B454 between
Southall and Brentford, and on up the A310 through Isleworth to Twickenham. About an hour and
fifty minutes in all to cover the 20 miles home, including stoppage time to cause a breach of the
peace. What fun!
--
Dave...
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