Chapter 2: W.V.M
The M6 motorway peels off from the M1 just after the aforementioned motorway passes through the Watford Gap, and runs close to Birmingham, Manchester, Preston and Lancaster, before running through the stunning Lune Gorge, passing Penrith, Carlisle, and finally turning into the A74 when it reaches the Scottish Border, ending at Glasgow.
On a nondescript motorway entrance on-ramp, an old couple sat in standing traffic. Right behind them was a white ford transit van, flashing its lights, and getting as uncomfortably close as possible. The couple were aware of the van's presence, and not taking kindly to his attitude, ignored the van successfully too any casual onlooker, although a closer look at their facial expressions gave away the impression that they could be doing without this.
After all, it wasn't their fault the traffic was at a standstill - if they were not there right now, the van driver would only be one car ahead - and for all the couple could see was flash headlights, emanating from the front of a white Ford Transit.
Inside the van, a very short haired - almost skinhead - 42 year old man by the name of Baz, wearing a white polo-shirt periodically interlaced with grey stripes, sat eating a roll sandwich, spitting bits of it out as he shouted his commentary at the traffic: "Come on Grandad - it's not a how slow can you go contest!" he yelled with fury, at the top of his lungs, followed by: "I WANT MAH DINNAR!" - vocals over the van's horn.
As the traffic started to move forwards with increasing momentum, Baz pulled his van around in front of the old couple. They were glad to see the back of him.
However, Baz had now finished his sandwich, and was quickly engulfing a Yorkie bar, the wrapper to which he threw out of the window, hitting the old couple's car, who reacted by enabling the windscreen wipers.
By now the traffic was running normally Northbound on the M6.
After a few moments, the van started slowing down, despite the lack of an obstacle in front of it - almost causing the old couple to plow into the back of the van.
Baz noticed this in the side mirrors, and shouted out of the window: "I've had my dinner, so we're taking it slow, aw'rite? I got stuff on my van, so you can slow down!" he lied.
Inside the car, the old man turned to his wife, and commented: "He's got as much in that van as he's got in his head". She responded with a smile and a nod.
And so began a most selfish tailback in the wake of the most selfish of drivers, given the motorway was too busy to overtake on, and now, with now no lanes of moving traffic.
