Remember riding on Boro after it had been resurfaced & it was literally like a billiard table - tubs singing away even at my pace. I became aware of an approaching engine drone which took ages to get nearer. I didn`t turn round but found myself being overtaken by a tank transporter coming down from Catterick - I got some `encouragement` from the corporal in the passenger seat & could have done my best ever time if I`d tucked in behind him, but I did the honourable thong & he slowly pulled away. I think of it when I`m on that motorway section now.