Just had a little run to the shops in the QP, splendid piece of frivolous retail therapy
And after rejoining the A1 from a very long and deserted slip road which allowed time for very *ahem* adequate acceleration, I saw the blue lights come on behind me immediately... Shame the people in front of me wouldn't move out of his way though; I pulled straight in and dropped the speed to something sane, the plod in the passenger seat gave me a thumbs up as they blasted past, obviously on the way to something important. How is it that some drivers can't see a car behind them with full beams, blues and a wailing siren that could wake the dead? Twonks.