Unexpected Good FortuneTravelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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My first car.Common to the stereotype of young american teenage boys, I had my first car at the age of 16, and no idea how dangerous driving really can be.
On a routine trip across town, I decided to take a back road, and "open her up" a little. Going through the gears, I topped 90 mph (145 kph). Just as I look up from my speedometer, I notice a station wagon slowly ambling out of a factory parking lot.
Fearing the worst, and lacking experience, I locked up all four brakes on the car. Now I'm sliding, and I'm saying every prayer I can remember from primary school. I see red and blue lights from a white hot-rod in the other lane, I overcorrect to avoid hitting him and I slide out of control into a tree. The trunk (boot) of the car struck the tree, and straightened the slide out. The tree ( a stout pine sapling ) sheared off where the side of my car hit it.
The blue and red lights happened to be an undercover cop who was planning on citing me for speeding. When he saw me narrowly escape smashing him, and other cars, he decided to let me go home with a warning... scared out of my wits. What a nice policeman.
My car was relatively undamaged afterwards. A little sheetmetal work, and the taillight fit again. However, thinking of what might've happened, had I slid into that behemoth of a station wagon... or into that police car. I've not been that lucky since.
(, Tue 19 Sep 2006, 2:32, Reply)
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