Have you noticed how many wing mirrors or bits thereof are strewn about the entrance to the raised section of the A316 at Hogarth roundabout? There is always a pile of them highlighting the failure of drivers to judge the width of their vehicle as the road narrows to a single lane.
Years ago I was giving a teenager a lift along this stretch of road. As I confidently negotiated the entrance (without incident) he wryly observed that his mother, a well known local doctor married to a commercial airline pilot and former fighter pilot, always put her foot down at this point just to prove she too was no slouch at spatial awareness.
I now can’t go over that flyover without thinking of Top Gun. You can imagine their conversations at the breakfast table:
Iceman: “You can be my wingman any time.”
Maverick: “Bull—-! You can be mine.”
But there are an awful lot of Chiswick residents you really wouldn’t want as your wingman!