We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Pete Verdon
d saying something
like:

Mum says she's been getting evil looks (of the "you're a dangerous
nutter who's about to kill themselves" variety) in the recent snow, as
she tools past people on her studded tyres and Russian driving skills :-)

As a driver who was brought up in snowy Scottish conditions, I was
utterly amazed at the outraged response to me sailing past a slow
doddering trilby-hatted Volvo driver near Northampton.
There was I having the temerity to actually overtake some pillar of the
community who was driving 'safely' at 25mph on the inside lane of a
wide-open dual carriageway with absolutely no traffic on the outside
lane and no tyre tracks on the 2" snow, either.

He was sounding his horn and shaking his fist at me as if I'd just raped
his dog.