About the scariest job I ever had was working on the road.
Working around trip hazards only a metre away from cars doing 70 or more really keeps you on your toes.
Some days you just couldn't turn your back to the traffic for fear of some cunt not slowing down and running out of time to merge.
We nearly had a disaster one day when the only thing between us and a car that came through the taper, was our mate with a shovel. And he had it ready to swing at the windscreen. We didn't even know it had happened till he told us, you can't hear a thing on the motorway.
Since those days I always look carefully at closures, and do what the signs say. Sometimes the signage is poor or badly placed, sometimes too many cones or too little with a bad layout, and sometimes closures are left unattended when they probably should have been taken down.
But you never know...
Pay the fine and don't do it again.
And if you ever find yourself in a pub with road workers, buy them all a beer.
High miles, engine knock, rusty chrome, worn pegs...
Brakes as new
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