Mine is a poster who when she was quite young was chased on the motorway late at night by a gang of men who drove dangerously, too close and who behaved in a threatening way. She was terrified and ended up pulling into some services which were deserted aside from a group of lorry drivers. Terrified and crying she screeched to a halt by them, unsure whether she was jumping from the frying pan into the fire. They turned out to be her saviours who chased the car away and escorted her back to her junction with her little car sandwiched between their huge lorries. She had the name of one of the drivers (Alf?) Who she said she thought of often who had been so kind to her and who had shared his thermos of tea with her that had been made by his wife.
I have just passed my driving test but this post stuck with me, even before driving was on my radar.
Anyone else?