Terminator II

It was a big and brand new shiny lorry. Long too, with its three axles. And crucially, it was empty. Which meant I could barely keep up with it in my weedy scooter as it barrelled up the windy bits leading up to Frasers hill. I was actually loosing ground as we went uphill, but I doggedly kept my throttle pinned. It paid off eventually as I slowly clawed my way back as the roads got progressively less steep and crucially, more windy.

The moment finally came when I managed to slipstream past it when it lost too much momentum going into a sharp corner. The timing, however, couldn't be worse, as a few bends on, the roads levelled and then started to snake downhill. Damn Newton and 10 tonnes of gravity on the side of that cursed lorry. Pretty soon, in the failing light of dusk, I had the headlamps of the lorry gaining on me.

Now I know how that young kid in terminator 2 must have felt like, being inexorably hunted down by a mac truck.