My attempt to kill Terry Pratchett

When I was working for the Central Electricity Generating Board with Terry Pratchett, we went to Gloucester to photograph a staff member who had built a car.
Then there was a three-lane section on the main Bristol to Gloucester road, and we decided to photograph the car there.
Terry had a top of the range Ford Escort that had a sunshine roof, and as it was years before compulsory seat belts, I hung out of the sunshine roof snapping away while Terry drove down the central overtaking lane.
I remember him saying "there's another car coming I must get back in to the inside lane" while I kept saying "No the lights just right stay out".
We both survived despite my efforts to kill the highest selling living author in Britain.