Senile old goat pulled out in front of me in his Corsa, from a Give Way on the A1. How do you not see a big white Scania for god’s sake? Hit him, couldn’t avoid it. Next thing he ups and flies off to hide in Morpeth with the back corner of his car well stuffed, with me in persuit while ringing police. Wonder what he’s hiding…? Fortunately he got caught in traffic, so I got number plate ok. Sat waiting for Dibble now. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad: