Gritters

So I saw the first gritters out on the road today. You know it's getting cold when you see them on the motorway.
They do a fine job trying to keep the roads clear. You just know come winter half the roads will be a snowed under mess but hey, they do a great job.
But this isn't about the people who do the gritting.


This is an appeal to all the morons who think the right thing to do when overtaking a gritter on the motorway is to crawl past going 2mph faster.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why would you want to slow your car down to a speed that allows the gritter to blast your car with millions of hard salt stones? You know, the highly corrosive element that eats the very stuff your car is made of?

They do my head in!
This particular gritter today was in the middle lane. Fair enough, I thought; it allows it to get a good spread on all three lanes.
But everyone was bunching up in the outside lane because some weirdo morons decided that the best course of action is to let the gritter shower their car with as much industrial strength salt as possible. Do they not know that their paint work is getting a proper kicking?

I did the only thing any sane person who cares about his car would do: I tore up the inside lane doing about 90mph. Illegal both in speed and manoeuvre, but hey, my paint work is in tact and I got the satisfaction of laughing my ass off at the idiots salt-blasting their cars at 65mph in the outside lane.

So anyway, there was an appeail in there to those slow morons holding up the motorway with their backward thinking, but just in case you missed it:
Please die.