When the rain comes on, I think it clouds as many minds as it does car windscreens.
There were wrecked cars strewn across the A82 this morning behind us after the braking distance and visibility was apparently not the same as it had been when the road was dry the day before. The motorway on the way to Cumbria today had sections that were smooth gloss finish from verge to center barrier the rainwater was lying so thick, and yet folk were sailing through it with ever increasing speed and misplaced confidence. I wonder how much more cautious we’d all be if we were driving go-carts at 70mph on a three lane motorway surrounded by 18 wheelers. Nothing like the threat of imminent death to curtail your enthusiasm and keep the concentration up.
More worrying is that that the passenger foot-well now has a debris field that’s level with the seat, and it actually ebbs and flows when I drive like it’s got a tidal cycle or it’s breathing. That can’t be healthy.