Your humble Devil would like to thank the Toyota engineers today. I was bowling along the A3 to work, as usual, when some cunt in a white van pulled right into me; with no opportunity to stop, I clipped his bumber and smashed into the central reservation.
Since I was doing a good 70 mph, it took a little while to bring myself to a stop, but at least I did so without pulling across all the other lanes. As the guy who stopped and offered himself as a witness said, "good recovery!"
My little Toyota Corolla is really quite buckled on the driver's side, and the side-lights are smashed, but it still drives OK. And, fortunately, your humble Devil is unharmed, although thoroughly irritated.
I phoned my insurance company and one of the questions was "do you admit liability?" Admit liability? Do I fuck!
"No," was my actual, and more restrained, reply.
Ah well: it was, as they say, an experience. Oh, and my life did not flash before my eyes; or, if it did, my life is considerably shorter than I thought it was...
UPDATE: to be fair, the white van did stop. The van driver blames it on a big Tesco lorry which came off a slip road and then decided to cross two lanes without really looking. In an effort to save himself, the van driver swung into the fast lane and thus into me. I, however, had nowhere to go but the crash barriers...