Just in case you were on the edge of your seat, I did get to work. The roads were absolutely god-awful - worse than I’ve ever seen during the day in the UK. I’d hoped that they would have been ploughed or gritted, or that the the passing of traffic would have cleared the single-carriageway A-roads I commute up.
No such luck.
All the way I was, at the very best, following the previous tyre tracks and avoiding the slow, slush and ice left on each side and in the middle. At worst, I was driving across slush or sheet ice, just barely in control of the car but making sure to keep my speed to a minimum. Just to add to the fun, the weight of snow has brought a lot of bits of tree down so there was a fair amount of avoidance to be done.
Having done that drive at midday, I had no desire to try it again on the way home after dark so when my employers offered a hotel room for the night I jumped at the chance. So here I am, in a chain hotel with the BX sitting outside, not quite sure when I’ll next be home.
In the meantime, be sensible - don’t drive unless you have to, and don’t take unnecessary risks.
Update on the crunch I had in the previous bad weather: Damage to the BX was limited to smashed indicator, broken headlamp mounting, and some slightly bent metalwork. This has all been sorted by Kind David, his stock of spares and a bit of hammerwork - all while I was asleep during my last run of night shifts.
The Merc came off less well. The boot hasn’t shut properly since I chucked a tonne of French plastic into it, and the quote for repairs comes to rather more than the smashed tail lamp I’d hoped for - so my insurance company is on the case. Regulars will know my opinion of the insurance industry in general, so here’s a cautious thumbs-up so far. I’ll name names and give congratulations and recommendations once the job’s done.
