I happened to be in Bournemouth yesterday when the special driving ests were being inflicted on the motorists who had battled through the 1,000 miles rally. These took place on the undercliff and includ-reversing between marks, specially constructed hair-pin "bends and other unpleasant adventures. With squalls of rain and huge waves occasionally bursting over the track, the day was a fitting climax to a journey which had been fought out Uhrough fog, snow, gales and torrent til rain. In Derbyshire, on the southward track, the rain was times so violent that some of the cars had to stop. When I left Bournemouth in' the evening, coming by way of Christchurch and Lynd-burst where "you cross some of the widest open parts of the Forest, the wind and rain were so vehement} that I-never remember @ more unpleasant drive. Yet it was nothing to what the 1,000 mile rally people had faced. One of them, running blind through a snowstorm came suddenly upon a herd of cows. The only way of not hitting them was to slew off on to the hill side. By a miracle the car did not upset and safely regained the road when the herd was passed. Nothing is so daunting to motorists as a cow. Other animals run from you, except when they become paralysed with fright and get themselves run over.
cow just keeps on her own way, at her own pace, exactly as it you were not there.
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