On The Road Again

The other day I was driving along what I always thought was Filton Road - but looking on Streetmap I find that it is actually called Station Road - by the railway bridge just before Abbey Wood Station, at the lights by the oddly named Emma-Chris Way (which I always thought must have been named as a consequence of a disagreement between Emma and Chris, but is apparently named in commemoration of two children killed on the busy road). Anyway, I pulled up alongside a beaten up old Escort (or Cortina or something - I'm not exactly a petrolhead), which was stopped with it's rear wheels positioned on the stop line.

"Hmmm...", I thought, "I'd better keep an eye on him. He'll be haring off as soon as the lights change". But when they did change it pootled along to the next set of lights, which were on red, over the line and came to a halt, once again, with the rear wheels positioned on the stop line.

"The problem with that bloke", I said, "is he just doesn't know when to stop". Unfortunately I was alone in the car at the time, so there was no-one to share my insightful aphorism, so I thought I would make it available for the Internet as a whole to appreciate.