Workingman wrote:Jo, from my time at RAF Stafford I remember some of the roads your way and round the Chase. Ria, there are some flat and straight bits where you could get up a bit (lot) of speed and then suddenly a twisty bit to catch you out. Horrendous at night or when wet.
I'm thinking of those poor families. What a loss at such young ages.
It’s awful isn’t it, heartbreaking.
That’s it Frank, it’s a rural road (the main road to Penkridge) with a 50mph limit. Much of it straight but with a few twists and sharp bends, a humpback bridge which takes people by surprise and the added hazard of deer running out too.
The lads weren’t local, sounds like they were students at the agricultural college in Penkridge, so probably weren’t aware of how nasty the road is.
Me and Joe always come that way back from Manchester and I hate it at night, I’m always relieved when we turn off near home.
At the centre of the Earth in the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught the motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is" but what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time