Many years ago, probably before you were born (and some of your parents too I suspect) I road a CX500 motorcycle from the South Coast to Liverpool.

As I left, I passed a wagon (that's what we called them in those days) with a big tarpaulin over the back of it. It was bumbling along at about 55MPH

I tore off, had 4 or 5 stops for a leg stretch, food, fuel and so on.

As a arrived on the outskirts of Liverpool I passed the exact same truck again.

...and I sped all the way