Journalists are always banging on about Britain’s best roads, usually some windswept highway in a sparsely-populated area, miles away from civilisation.
We all know, though, day-to-day motoring is not like that. It usually involves traffic, speed cameras, cars pulling out of junctions in front of you, getting stuck behind a silver Nissan Micra, the same colour as the driver’s hair, doing sub-40mph speeds, and being tailgated by a German executive car whose driver is more important than you.
So, where is the worst place to be a driver?
I would like to nominate the area around Flitwick in Bedfordshire where I spent the first 21 years of my life. When I moved to Norfolk in 1987, it was still relatively rural. I could drive AKX611F, my Morris Mini MkII, my first car, around the area without too much hassle. I recall going down the hill at Wilstead towards Bedford on the A6 at 80mph, and feeling thrilled. Well, it was a lot for my Mini!
Whenever I return, I am shocked at how built up the area is – it’s like a suburb of London. The A6 is peppered with speed cameras and, in Flitwick itself, a car goes around photographing illegally-parked cars and fining the owners. They are illegally parked because there is nowhere to park…
The joy of motoring, I think not.
Mind you, AROnline is, of course, an interactive site, so perhaps our readers know better?
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