I remember stopping Clark Keltie getting in front of me on the A1 after yet another defeat. Heading north after a game, I got just shy of Donny and got to some roadworks and a single lane. A glimpse into the wing mirror showed a big car (make escapes me but a fake Bentley lookalike, Chrysler maybe) flying up trying to pass a couple more before hitting the works. Must have been a sixth sense thing, but I floored mine to stop it. A look in the rear view showed me a very angry man. As we left the works, the car passed me, the registration was K31TIE. Don't think I've ever felt so good driving, and probably never will again!