The M1 appreciation course

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The M1 appreciation course

motorway service stations have their uses, you can have dirty toilet sex with truckers and they dont even ask your name.
 
a jumper? my gran could knit one in 3 hours. thats nothing i have to drive over the crispy remains of foxes and kestrels on the A19.

yeah this jumper left various body parts all over the place :yuck:and caused the motorway to close and cock everyones day up

J28 by the way
 
I love the 'M1 construction facts' - one of the first motorways to be built - yeah, that's why they called it M1.
But wait.
The first motorway was the Preston bypass, so why even bother to say the M1 was one of the first when it wasn't the first.

I remember hitting the Preston bypass in my dad's Zephyr & speeding along at a heady 80 mph with hardly anything else on the road. marvellous motoring in the days when petrol was a few shilling a gallon and there were no speed limits.
 
tepid coffee served:confused: i always get coffee so hot its burnt all the flavour out and takes an hour to cool to drinking tempature

you sure its not because your old and cant handle it anything more than luke warm? :D
 
I love the 'M1 construction facts' - one of the first motorways to be built - yeah, that's why they called it M1.
But wait.
The first motorway was the Preston bypass, so why even bother to say the M1 was one of the first when it wasn't the first.

I remember hitting the Preston bypass in my dad's Zephyr & speeding along at a heady 80 mph with hardly anything else on the road. marvellous motoring in the days when petrol was a few shilling a gallon and there were no speed limits.
The M1 is so called because it roughly shadows and was intended to replace the A1. Likewise the M2(A2), M3(A3), M4(A4) anyone notice a pattern emerging here?
 
Yeah, we went down the Preston Bypass in the Old Man`s Morris traveller. Brand new motorway, no trees at all, only a couple of other cars.

It was seen as a racetrack where you could get your car up to its top speed, there were more 1950`cars broken down on the hard shoulder than on the road.

The `heavy traffic- ripple-surge` (whatever) was about as far away from that motoring experience as motoring on Pluto is today.

The M1? It`s two miles away as the crow flies, you hear the dull background tyre drone of millions of cars - in winter a white film of salt blows off it - remnants travel a couple of miles in a high wind and leave a film on your car.

Drove past a long detained M1 traffic jam going the other way. Some poor soul squatting behind a car door, stationary in the outer lane - but bottom in full view- peeing like a race horse. That`s the contemporary M1 experience.(n)
 
That's not how roads are numberd - have a look at http://pathetic.org.uk/features/numbering/


"One of the first" doesn't mean they're saying it was the first. :confused:

I know how roads are numbered. Just saying, M for motorway so M1 should have been the first, M2, M3 etc would have made more sense.
And why say 'one of the first'? In that respect, I was one of the first along the M62, around the completed M25 and the more recent A41. In each case, there were quite a few motors in front of me, although in the case of the A41 I was helping with the construction work & drove along its length on the morning before it was opened and in a car after the official opening I think there were about a dozen cars in front of me.
 
Dont really use the M1 much, being in cheshire, but do use the M6 to go to Coventry, prefer to sit in stationary traffic too than pay the £4.50 day rate for the toll road. I like motorways, but do prefer them at night when quieter and stopping at the services for a coffee or hot choco makes me appreciate them, despite the high prices.

From the article, my fav quote and sum up at the end:

"There's certainly a kind of tacky magic to these places. It can be hard to see during the day, with the more immediate concerns of traffic and work, but make a long solo late-night journey and things change. First, there is the sense of alienation - the solitary outsider coming in from the dark, probably not interacting with anyone else, only to go back out into the darkness a few minutes later. And the places themselves have an odd quality in the small hours: you come out of the darkness into an island of glare and shiny surfaces, a sort of artificial reality designed to make you feel human again by offering you the chance to buy countless humdrum things you don't really want. Just like real life. But don't try to apply too much psychology or sociology to how service areas work, because ultimately they're just a way of extracting money from a punter who's stopped for a pee.
Simon Harvey, Colchester, UK "
 
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