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Rush Hour In Manchester

Trying to get out of Manchester To get back on the M6 During the fun called "rush hour" Requires all your tools and tricks. I start on the M61 Four lanes of hotbed frustration Which lane am I supposed to be in ? Oh yes, the one with least congestion. But that just causes problems Because you have stay in the right lane Else you end up in Wigan No good if you want to stay sane. The truck on my left cuts in And tries to go faster than me Do I slow down or accelerate  But there's a fool on the right side of me. I'm feeling sandwiched in But then they all slow right down Then a car cuts in ahead Wearing the idiots crown. I listen to the BBC Merseyside They say traffic is all just fine I'd hate to see a traffic jam I'm going gray in my prime !. The sat nav says 200 miles to go I see the sign to Leeds But can't see the white line The rain makes it hard to see. After I tough it out I finally hit the M6 Finally the road back to Scotland Leaves behind all my tools and tricks. So if you are ever in Manchester The city of culture and sport Where both means the motor ways  Will ensure that you never are bored.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/25/2013 6:55:00 PM
Good writing, Peter. It seems like one can not escape the traffic in any big city! Thanks for sharing from your corner of the world, And welcome to PS! Annalise
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