“As anyone who has broken down on the motorway will know, to stand at the side, waiting for rescue, is a revelation. Nothing better conveys the frictional violence of speed. Whatever impression you may get sitting inside a vehicle, cars don’t glide over roads. The sound of rubber on tarmac at speed is a scream which hits your ears a second before the wind turbulence knocks you off balance. And it’s seemingly unending, like the infinitely repeated punishments of hell. Lumps of rubber strew the embankment; bits of metal lie there too, remnants of collision or fatigue, the debris of life in the fast lane.”
— Jonathan Dollimore, London Review of Books
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- Dollimore, Jonathan; 2003. “Vehicles of Dissatisfaction.” London Review of Books. Posted July 24.
