very narrow country lane<\/a>, but I figured that I might as well give it a whirl, because the alternative was a very, very long detour.<\/p>\nThings were looking promising, and I encountered three cars coming the other way, in quick succession. This was a good sign, because it meant that the road was passable. If it had been impassable, then these three cars would have either been reversing, or much more spread out. I reached the very lowest point on the road, where a large, deep puddle crossed my path. I slowed down, but not too much, and went through.<\/p>\n
As I drove through the puddle, I became aware of two things.<\/p>\n
Firstly, a quantity of steam coming off the bonnet of my car. This was a little worrying, but I kept my faith.<\/p>\n
Secondly, a motorcyclist coming in the other direction, with a look of terror on his face, hollering something incomprehensible. We must have entered the water at about the same time.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t until late that night, trying to get to sleep, that I cast my mind back to the motorcyclist. With the clarity of hindsight, I could now picture him in my rear view mirror, totally submerged by the wall of water being thrown up by my car.<\/p>\n
And I racked my brains to try and figure out whether he had entered the water before or after me. Because my conscience really wants it to be the latter.<\/p>\n
For the record, I did get home eventually. My third route was impassable, as was my fourth, but by this point I was close enough to home that I could park the car on high ground, roll up my trouser legs, and it was only a five minute walk home. All in all, it took me an hour to get home, where it normally takes me 10-15 minutes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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