Convoy

“OK, so we’ve got this huge abnormal load to take through Cambridgeshire, Norfolk, and Suffolk. It’s going to screw traffic up royally, because it’s roughly 1.25 carriageways wide – and just about the entire route is dual carriageway at best. It’s also only moving at a maximum of 10mph, and needs a police escort, outriders etc. So by that point well, we’ll be pretty much taking up two carriageways.”

“Oh fuck, of course, there’s the A11 between Brandon and Thetford, and that’s only a single-carriageway each way. So for that one we’ll really screw things up traffic-wise.”

“So I know, let’s time it so that we’re on that section of road at 7am on a weekday. No-one will be using it at that time, will they?”

“And even better, let’s not give out any warnings at all. That way, we can piss everybody off, because they won’t even see it on the local news that morning, or hear it on the radio traffic news reports until it’s way too late for them to avoid it. You know, just to add icing to the cake.”

Or at least that’s what I imagine the conversation must have been like, when planning to do the journey with this load. Fuckwit bastards.