By Andrew Vine in The Yorkshire Post.
IT seemed like a good idea at the time. A sunny Saturday, so let’s jump in the car and go to Scarborough for fish and chips on the harbourside.
Two-and-a-half hours to cover less than 70 miles later, when we finally arrived sweaty, fed up and frazzled by stop-go and dead-stop traffic, it seemed rather less like a good idea, thanks to the A64. The return journey was better, clocking in at about two hours back to Leeds. But honestly, four-and-a-half hours to drive 140 miles? Put another way, that’s an average speed of about 30 mph, which is appalling for a major trunk road. My personal worst time for the journey in either direction stands at about three-and-a-half hours, one bank holiday when all the enjoyment was wrung from the day by traffic jams. But then everyone has an A64 tale of woe. It might be the day when the kids, bored to tears by being stuck in the car started punching each other on the back seat, or the urgent detour in search of a toilet because the drive was taking twice as long as expected.
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