“Just like home,” Gramsci noted to Bronstein. “If you are a microsecond late pulling away when the robots turn green, people jump onto their hooters!”
Bronstein sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe you still talk foreign after all this time,” he tutted impatiently. “Luckily I know you’re referring to traffic lights, rather than androids, and horns, rather than owls.”
“These are horns,” the Cow muttered, lowering her head. “But, to get back to the point, don’t you think it’s such a sweet gesture, and so Yorkshire, to name a chunk of road after a local, even though he is really just famous for being wrong?”
“Sir Fred Hoyle Way, I’m assuming,” laughed Gramsci.
”Well,” interjected Bronstein, “it was Fred Hoyle who coined the term ‘Big Bang’, so he’s not just famous for ‘being wrong’, as you put it.”
”And ‘Big Bangs’ are very relevant to commemorate on freeways,” added Gramsci.
“They’re called ‘motorways’ here,” sighed Bronstein, “as if you didn’t know! And besides, that’s a dual carriageway, not a motorway.”
”What I like best about it, though,” chuckled Gramsci, “is that it’s not a consistent speed limit. Depending on your direction, you either experience rapid deceleration from 70mph to 50, or rapid acceleration, from 50 to 70. Kinda like the phase-shift that proved the Big Bang hypothesis!”
“The ultimate irony for poor Sir Fred,” sighed Bronstein.
“I do feel a little sympathy,” the Cow added. “Steady state would be rather welcome, instead of all that stopping and starting.”
”As long as it was a state of movement rather than stasis,” suggested Bronstein.
“Perhaps,” shrugged Gramsci. “Though it is quite nice when it stops for a while.”