Worst experience whilst driving
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David87 said:
Vomit. That's all I have to say on the matter.
Similarly, not me, but someone I know, stuck in a several hour traffic jam on a hot day. Sharted - an awful lot! - in his new car and was trapped with it for over an hour. Must be over 10 years ago and still makes me chuckle thinking about it.
David87 said:
Vomit. That's all I have to say on the matter.
Must be many folk with vomit stories, especially with young kids.Our middle child, 2 at the time, had got hold of the back of a CBeebies CD cover and was trying to read on a twisty road to Spean Bridge. Vomited in every conceivable crevice of his car seat and being in the middle of nowhere in the pissing rain had a miserable time trying to sort him out before continuing the journey in a smell that caused children's 1 and 3 to also vomit. Thank god for leather seats is all I say.
In 1995 I was doing the sandwich year of my degree and was earning £9500 for the year. I decided to get a decent car so bought a Peugeot 205 XS for £3300 and took out finance over the 12 months. I seem to remember that the payments were over half my take home salary leaving me around £300 a month for fuel and going out.
2 Months in I was dropping someone off from work one night, got lost, spun the car around and drove up a (unknown to me) one way street the wrong way. Next thing I hear a sound like a bomb going off, glass everywhere and the car is spun around 180 degrees. I get out in shock, check the drivers side and to my amazement there is no damage. I then walk to the other side of the car and think "f
k!" as I see the whole of the passenger side is stoved in and the car is banana shaped.
It is all a blur from then on, but I gave the other driver my details and someone who lived nearby took me in to use their phone. I remember trying to use their phone to call my parents, but I couldn't remember the number (We had lived there for 13 years) or push the keys in the right order. The lady who took me in had noticed the other car didn't have road tax. I went outside in a daze to draw a diagram of the road and felt sick as I realised it was my fault and I had gone up a one way street the wrong way.
The worst part was the realisation that the car was a write off, I was only insured TPFT and I had still had to pay the payments. I don't mind admitting I cried once I got home after my parents had come and collected me at the realisation of what had happened.
The next day the boyfriend of the other driver started threatening me over the phone that he was going to get my prosecuted for driving without due care. My mum took the phone off me, told him she knew they didn't have insurance (a guess as they had no road tax) and we never heard from him again.
That was a tough year for me, driving the old banger Escort I had before the XS around the M25 every day to pay for the car I had written off to end up with about £300 in my hand a month doing a job I hated.
Doing the maths after paying off the smashed up car I was effectively working for £14 a day before fuel. I was so skint that buying a CD was a major purchase for me.
It really did seem like the end of the world at the time
2 Months in I was dropping someone off from work one night, got lost, spun the car around and drove up a (unknown to me) one way street the wrong way. Next thing I hear a sound like a bomb going off, glass everywhere and the car is spun around 180 degrees. I get out in shock, check the drivers side and to my amazement there is no damage. I then walk to the other side of the car and think "f
k!" as I see the whole of the passenger side is stoved in and the car is banana shaped.It is all a blur from then on, but I gave the other driver my details and someone who lived nearby took me in to use their phone. I remember trying to use their phone to call my parents, but I couldn't remember the number (We had lived there for 13 years) or push the keys in the right order. The lady who took me in had noticed the other car didn't have road tax. I went outside in a daze to draw a diagram of the road and felt sick as I realised it was my fault and I had gone up a one way street the wrong way.
The worst part was the realisation that the car was a write off, I was only insured TPFT and I had still had to pay the payments. I don't mind admitting I cried once I got home after my parents had come and collected me at the realisation of what had happened.
The next day the boyfriend of the other driver started threatening me over the phone that he was going to get my prosecuted for driving without due care. My mum took the phone off me, told him she knew they didn't have insurance (a guess as they had no road tax) and we never heard from him again.
That was a tough year for me, driving the old banger Escort I had before the XS around the M25 every day to pay for the car I had written off to end up with about £300 in my hand a month doing a job I hated.
Doing the maths after paying off the smashed up car I was effectively working for £14 a day before fuel. I was so skint that buying a CD was a major purchase for me.
It really did seem like the end of the world at the time
Well since every other post is about an accident, despite the OP specifically excluding these from his thread, I may as well add mine. Ca. 1993, driving my lamentable Astra Merit 1.7D company car, I was turning right via a filter lane, just as a speeding motorcycle tried to overtake the whole line of traffic I was heading. He had nowhere else to go except straight into the back of my car. According to the eye witnesses following behind he shot up high into the air and landed on the verge. He survived with a couple of broken bones. Sadly, so did the Astra, despite having a motorcycle headlamp imprint pressed into the buckled tailgate.
Not quite in the league here but:
My old Escort Mk3 1.3L was not particularly quick, and i was not keen it being on the motorway. It was LH Lane all the way.
So imagine if you will, a beautiful summer's day in 1990 driving from Exeter to Cullumpton on the M5, music was loud, windows (all four) wide open. Smoking my Embassy #1 like to cool bloke I was. Wearing Tortoiseshell rimmed shades too!
Following a Highways lorry - going about 50mph and the motorway was busy. Cars streaming by me, as this thing I see fall off the lorry in front, and bounces down the lane toward me. A lack of hard shoulder startled me so as left or right swerve was not an option, had to try to gauge the speed and brake so to hit this box head on with the bumper, rather than with the windscreen.
As impact occurred, I had the fag in my mouth, drawing heavily... the impact was a lot softer than I expected - more of a thuff rather than a bang. Big draws on my embassy - when I felt the liquid splash me - face, hair, hands, ears, t shirt, arms etc - saw lots hit the passenger seat - a lot of liquid....
and that unmistakable strong smell of petrol.
I often wonder how close that was to being a nasty way to go.
My old Escort Mk3 1.3L was not particularly quick, and i was not keen it being on the motorway. It was LH Lane all the way.
So imagine if you will, a beautiful summer's day in 1990 driving from Exeter to Cullumpton on the M5, music was loud, windows (all four) wide open. Smoking my Embassy #1 like to cool bloke I was. Wearing Tortoiseshell rimmed shades too!
Following a Highways lorry - going about 50mph and the motorway was busy. Cars streaming by me, as this thing I see fall off the lorry in front, and bounces down the lane toward me. A lack of hard shoulder startled me so as left or right swerve was not an option, had to try to gauge the speed and brake so to hit this box head on with the bumper, rather than with the windscreen.
As impact occurred, I had the fag in my mouth, drawing heavily... the impact was a lot softer than I expected - more of a thuff rather than a bang. Big draws on my embassy - when I felt the liquid splash me - face, hair, hands, ears, t shirt, arms etc - saw lots hit the passenger seat - a lot of liquid....
and that unmistakable strong smell of petrol.
I often wonder how close that was to being a nasty way to go.
fflump said:
Must be many folk with vomit stories, especially with young kids.
Had a couple of those. Worst was when my then 2 year old daughter decided to launch her entire stomach's full of breakfast all over the inside of my car on the way to the airport.With not enough time to clear it out before the plane took off, I had to just lock the car and leave it festering in the long stay car park for a week.
When we got back, you could detect the stench even before opening the doors! After airing the car for about half an hour and removing as much vomit as we could with McDonalds napkins we got in and set off on the hour and a half home. It was February, freezing cold and raining but we still needed all the windows open to tolerate the smell.
It did clean up OK afterwards with a bit of work and quite a lot of interior shampoo though.
Last year in France, the biggest miscalculation or mistake I've ever made, by some margin, made all the worse by having my wife and another couple in the car. We could quite literally have all been killed along with other 3rd parties in a serious head on collision. I still dwell upon it now.
Decent bit of open road slightly uphill long into the distance, good line of sight, a handful of cars oncoming, Honda Civic ahead takes an opportunity to overtake between oncoming cars, which was carried out successfully, no drama. I wait for the last car to come by having counted and identified them all coming down the hill, I've put the gearbox into sport and the manual +/- mode and dropped down to 2nd and I have the revs up (5 litre V12). The last car passed and I pull out foot hard down accelerating hard and ready to slot 3rd at the red line and fly up the hill, and there's a Golf right in front of me about 30m away. Hard onto the brakes and I swerved back in, the Golf braked hard too, skewed and nearly locked up. I missed it by inches. I was so positive and sure it was clear. The dangers of a cock sure miscalculation or assumption and a RHD car on the continent. I don't think my passengers have any real idea of just how bad it was, or how bad it could've been. But I was and still am mortified. The worst most life threatening thing I've ever done in 44 years of driving, and I've done some crazy Banzai things.
I still cannot work out where the Golf came from? So sure was I that I'd accounted for all of the oncoming traffic. Driver error on my part and then some.
Decent bit of open road slightly uphill long into the distance, good line of sight, a handful of cars oncoming, Honda Civic ahead takes an opportunity to overtake between oncoming cars, which was carried out successfully, no drama. I wait for the last car to come by having counted and identified them all coming down the hill, I've put the gearbox into sport and the manual +/- mode and dropped down to 2nd and I have the revs up (5 litre V12). The last car passed and I pull out foot hard down accelerating hard and ready to slot 3rd at the red line and fly up the hill, and there's a Golf right in front of me about 30m away. Hard onto the brakes and I swerved back in, the Golf braked hard too, skewed and nearly locked up. I missed it by inches. I was so positive and sure it was clear. The dangers of a cock sure miscalculation or assumption and a RHD car on the continent. I don't think my passengers have any real idea of just how bad it was, or how bad it could've been. But I was and still am mortified. The worst most life threatening thing I've ever done in 44 years of driving, and I've done some crazy Banzai things.
I still cannot work out where the Golf came from? So sure was I that I'd accounted for all of the oncoming traffic. Driver error on my part and then some.
The one I can still remember as the closest I came to having a major accident in a car happened over 30 years ago in the late 1980’s.
I was travelling at about 11pm to South Wales down the M50 motorway, which at that time was mainly dual carriage (and may still be for all I know). I was driving a company Opel Manta GTE which I had temporarily while my normal company car was being fixed. Being late at night there was very little traffic on the motorway, so coming to an empty stretch I put my foot down to see how fast it would go. As I was going down a long straight, up in the distance I could see a lorry coming onto the motorway from a slip road which did not have much of a run-in. But the lorry turned sharply into the inside lane so I thought ‘no problem, he’s seen me, I can pass him in the other lane’. So I reduced speed to about 80 or so intending to pass him.
But as I got about 100 yds from the back of the lorry, an Austin Metro came out of the slip road behind the lorry and proceed to start going around the lorry into the right hand fast lane. I put my lights on main beam and the Metro then stopped sideways across both lanes! Everything then seemed to go in slow motion and my brain reasoned that if I braked hard I would skid and loose it, but if I aimed for the space between the front of the Metro and the crash barrier, this would be better than hitting the Metro sideways on. So that is what I did and unbelievably at that point the central reservation had a break in it to allow emergency services to get on the other carriageway from the slip road (there being no corresponding slip road on the other side). I went into the gap, round the front of the Metro at speed and back onto the carriageway again, leaving both the Metro and the lorry receding rapidly in my rear view mirror. Very much a brown trousers time for both me and the Metro driver!
I was travelling at about 11pm to South Wales down the M50 motorway, which at that time was mainly dual carriage (and may still be for all I know). I was driving a company Opel Manta GTE which I had temporarily while my normal company car was being fixed. Being late at night there was very little traffic on the motorway, so coming to an empty stretch I put my foot down to see how fast it would go. As I was going down a long straight, up in the distance I could see a lorry coming onto the motorway from a slip road which did not have much of a run-in. But the lorry turned sharply into the inside lane so I thought ‘no problem, he’s seen me, I can pass him in the other lane’. So I reduced speed to about 80 or so intending to pass him.
But as I got about 100 yds from the back of the lorry, an Austin Metro came out of the slip road behind the lorry and proceed to start going around the lorry into the right hand fast lane. I put my lights on main beam and the Metro then stopped sideways across both lanes! Everything then seemed to go in slow motion and my brain reasoned that if I braked hard I would skid and loose it, but if I aimed for the space between the front of the Metro and the crash barrier, this would be better than hitting the Metro sideways on. So that is what I did and unbelievably at that point the central reservation had a break in it to allow emergency services to get on the other carriageway from the slip road (there being no corresponding slip road on the other side). I went into the gap, round the front of the Metro at speed and back onto the carriageway again, leaving both the Metro and the lorry receding rapidly in my rear view mirror. Very much a brown trousers time for both me and the Metro driver!
Most terrifying event while driving for me was about 20 years ago. My family used to drive up to the bay area in northern California from Los Angeles every year to celebrate Thanksgiving with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law who live in Berkeley, CA. We had it down to a ritual. Leave about 8am from L.A., drive approximately 2.5 hours to a beautiful country restaurant off the 5 freeway, called Harris Ranch, have breakfast, fill up the gas tank, return to the freeway north and drive 2.5 hours to our destination. Now the central valley in California besides being the "breadbasket" agricultural center of the U.S., experiences frequent bouts of what is called tule fog, an absolutely blinding on the ground fog that is extremely dangerous. We had just entered the freeway when I got on the phone to let my in-laws know when we'd be arriving, when in less than a second we were engulfed in a fog so dense that I could not see the end of the hood of our car and traveling at about 80 mph. At that point, you don't know what to do, slowing down too quickly may find a car rear ending you at 80mph with our three children sitting in the back of our station wagon. We couldn't see to change lanes to pull over because you couldn't see anything. Fortunately, as quickly as the fog appeared, about 15-20 seconds later, it cleared and we hadn't hit anything or been hit by some miracle. The next morning, Friday, in this exact same spot, the largest car accident in California history happened which involved about 120 cars as I remember and had 11 fatalities. We were exceedingly fortunate to have escaped without an incident.
2nd worst incident was in the eighties, M6 Northbound, one of those huge cable reels came off a flatbed truck heading South. It bounced over and fully cleared the central reservation, bounced again directly in front of me in L3, clearing L2 in the process, bouncing again and then disappearing down the embankment to the left of L1.
Multiple emergency stops and lots of vehicles locking up and slewing sideways in those pre-abs days. It hit nothing and everyone came to a stop without contact. Quite miraculous.
Multiple emergency stops and lots of vehicles locking up and slewing sideways in those pre-abs days. It hit nothing and everyone came to a stop without contact. Quite miraculous.
I was 21 and driving home from a friends house down a narrow country lane with high banks either side. The limit was 60 and I was doing about that, although in all honesty that was too fast because of the lack of forward vision in places.
As I came up to a corner near the T junction at the end of the road an elderly couple appeared coming the other way driving in the middle of the road- and stopped dead when they saw me approaching. I took evasive action, went up one of the banks, slipped back down as it was very muddy, and ended up hitting them head on at about 20 mph. The damage to the cars wasn’t terrible but the elderly passenger went grey and was holding her chest. Luckily she was ok after a few minutes, and thanks to a couple of witnesses who backed up my version of events (and refuted the story about “a Boy Racer driving like a hooligan” that the couple told their insurers) the insurance eventually split the liability 50/50.
That initial feeling that I may have contributed to someone's death still lives with me 25 years later though and I’ve always been more careful on country lanes ever since.
As I came up to a corner near the T junction at the end of the road an elderly couple appeared coming the other way driving in the middle of the road- and stopped dead when they saw me approaching. I took evasive action, went up one of the banks, slipped back down as it was very muddy, and ended up hitting them head on at about 20 mph. The damage to the cars wasn’t terrible but the elderly passenger went grey and was holding her chest. Luckily she was ok after a few minutes, and thanks to a couple of witnesses who backed up my version of events (and refuted the story about “a Boy Racer driving like a hooligan” that the couple told their insurers) the insurance eventually split the liability 50/50.
That initial feeling that I may have contributed to someone's death still lives with me 25 years later though and I’ve always been more careful on country lanes ever since.
About 5 years ago driving home from visiting a friend in the next town at around midnight. I’m on a B road I know very well and going a bit too fast (but not dangerously fast). In my headlights I just catch glimpse of a deer about to run into the road, I start emergency braking and stop with inches to spare. I finished my drive home at about 40mph
The other one, and the only time I can think I’ve pulled over after a driving incident was driving up the A1 in the worst rain I’ve ever driven in, I could barely see the car in front, traffic was going around 50 in the left lane(faster than I’d have liked, but slower felt too vulnerable with everyone else going faster), when without warning, traffic came to a sudden stop, fortunately I was keeping a large gap as was the car behind, but the emergency stop in such bad weather shook me up(there was definitely bumps further back) I stopped at the next services had a coffee and waited for the weather to clear up a bit. I still have no idea why traffic came to such a sudden stop.
The other one, and the only time I can think I’ve pulled over after a driving incident was driving up the A1 in the worst rain I’ve ever driven in, I could barely see the car in front, traffic was going around 50 in the left lane(faster than I’d have liked, but slower felt too vulnerable with everyone else going faster), when without warning, traffic came to a sudden stop, fortunately I was keeping a large gap as was the car behind, but the emergency stop in such bad weather shook me up(there was definitely bumps further back) I stopped at the next services had a coffee and waited for the weather to clear up a bit. I still have no idea why traffic came to such a sudden stop.
Two occasions stick in my memory.
The first was riding my Yamaha RD250LC along the A259 out of Rottingdean towards Saltdean with my girlfriend on the pillion in the mid-80s. I turned to say something to her so I didn't see the pothole that sent me into a massive tank-slapper, but somehow we stayed upright.
The next was in the mid 90s going to Wisbech with a mate to watch some oval racing. We'd just joined the A1 from the M25 so as always I headed for the outside lane. Suddenly I saw a string of brake lights ahead of me but as the inside lanes were empty I just moved over. And immediately saw clouds of smoke and debris flying through the air in my mirrors!
The first was riding my Yamaha RD250LC along the A259 out of Rottingdean towards Saltdean with my girlfriend on the pillion in the mid-80s. I turned to say something to her so I didn't see the pothole that sent me into a massive tank-slapper, but somehow we stayed upright.
The next was in the mid 90s going to Wisbech with a mate to watch some oval racing. We'd just joined the A1 from the M25 so as always I headed for the outside lane. Suddenly I saw a string of brake lights ahead of me but as the inside lanes were empty I just moved over. And immediately saw clouds of smoke and debris flying through the air in my mirrors!
Two stick out for me as well, back in my 20s when I was a proper bellend, rather than just a bellend.
1) Crashing my Golf GTI trying to overtake a Ferrari. Was running late on a cross country jaunt and was overtaking everything I came across (safely) when I came up behind a 328 on a similar mission. Got to a long straight and the 328 started slowing down, then indicated right. Ok cool they're turning right so will wait for them, then the driver started doing old fashioned hand signals as well, which I misinterpreted as please go past. Pulled out to overtake, then they actually started turning right. Faced with a decision of hit a Ferrari or a hedge, I went for the hedge, missing a concrete post at 60 ish by about 12 inches.
2) Getting done for drink driving in 2008. Not sure that needs much more explanation other than I misjudged where the limit was, and blew 41. 39 would have seen me driving home - and the coppers who arrested me were about to drop me off back at my car until head office radioed to say that wouldn't be too sensible - but it was my own fault for pushing the limits and I have no complaints. Work were understanding and the insurance effect when I got back on the road was negligible, however not something I'd even countenance doing again.
1) Crashing my Golf GTI trying to overtake a Ferrari. Was running late on a cross country jaunt and was overtaking everything I came across (safely) when I came up behind a 328 on a similar mission. Got to a long straight and the 328 started slowing down, then indicated right. Ok cool they're turning right so will wait for them, then the driver started doing old fashioned hand signals as well, which I misinterpreted as please go past. Pulled out to overtake, then they actually started turning right. Faced with a decision of hit a Ferrari or a hedge, I went for the hedge, missing a concrete post at 60 ish by about 12 inches.
2) Getting done for drink driving in 2008. Not sure that needs much more explanation other than I misjudged where the limit was, and blew 41. 39 would have seen me driving home - and the coppers who arrested me were about to drop me off back at my car until head office radioed to say that wouldn't be too sensible - but it was my own fault for pushing the limits and I have no complaints. Work were understanding and the insurance effect when I got back on the road was negligible, however not something I'd even countenance doing again.
It doesn't get much worse than seeing a police car drive right up to your bumper and then turn on every single light and siren in the whole state, especially if you know exactly why you're being pulled over.
A different kind of bad experience is a big mechanical failure. Listening to the chatter of an entire gear pair turning itself into steel shards and feeling the whole car just grind to a halt is almost as bad as hearing the con rod come through the block.
Completely different again is suddenly becoming ill. This is far worse on a motorcycle. Opening the visor makes your eyes water, but closing it puts you at risk of a completely obscured view.
None of them, however, compare to coming around a corner or around a hill and seeing a devastating multicar crash. Calling 911, calling out the highway, exit, and direction, number of cars involved, getting asked whether this is a mass-casualty event and telling them that you think so but hope not, then seeing it on the news later.
A different kind of bad experience is a big mechanical failure. Listening to the chatter of an entire gear pair turning itself into steel shards and feeling the whole car just grind to a halt is almost as bad as hearing the con rod come through the block.
Completely different again is suddenly becoming ill. This is far worse on a motorcycle. Opening the visor makes your eyes water, but closing it puts you at risk of a completely obscured view.
None of them, however, compare to coming around a corner or around a hill and seeing a devastating multicar crash. Calling 911, calling out the highway, exit, and direction, number of cars involved, getting asked whether this is a mass-casualty event and telling them that you think so but hope not, then seeing it on the news later.
1st)
Driving over the high point of the M62 (around the farm in the middle of the road) in the worst fog I have ever experienced. It was about 3am on the way to Liverpool Airport. Fog lights on and slowed down to about 40 after I nearly steam rolled into the back of a commercial van. After about 2 minutes of being at 40 in the left lane a mammoth of an HGV flies up my backside from nowhere and has to anchor on too. Absolutely petrifying stint of driving for about 20 minutes and the ex missus was in tears begging for it to clear up. Im still not sure what you're supposed to do in situations like that, slow down or maintain speed? Visibility was none existent.
2nd)
Had a souped up Mk7 R back in 2014 on their release, over the years I'd taken it to "stage 2"! (still makes me cringe) at c~ 400bhp. Back in 2017 I was leaving work on January 2nd, slightly miffed id been called out for 2 shifts on the 1st and 2nd of a new year. 40 mph stretch all the way to my roundabout turn off, passed the docks and a large X5 steams out. Its a stretch of road that a lot of people speed down, 70-80 is not uncommon. He blasted up my backside as I was doing about 50 so I went full beans and flew off, only slowed because of traffic up ahead.
At the turn off for the roundabout its a set of lights, my suspicion grew and I hit the breaks to light up the car behind, see if its coppers... Nah cant see any evidence of it. With that the X5 revs at me and I took the bait.
Windows up, launch control ready, lights hit green, off we go.
X5 didn't even try, Blues immediately.
Did me for 50 in a 30 after a friendly chat with 2 of the most friendly coppers I'd met, they were armed response coming off a dock shift and ran into me. Absolute giants of men too, I'm 6'1 and they towered me. They could of done me for more quite easily - my heart was beating out my chest and I felt sick to my stomach thinking i've lost my license or i'm off to nick. The experience convinced me to sell the car and curb my enthusiasm quite profoundly
Driving over the high point of the M62 (around the farm in the middle of the road) in the worst fog I have ever experienced. It was about 3am on the way to Liverpool Airport. Fog lights on and slowed down to about 40 after I nearly steam rolled into the back of a commercial van. After about 2 minutes of being at 40 in the left lane a mammoth of an HGV flies up my backside from nowhere and has to anchor on too. Absolutely petrifying stint of driving for about 20 minutes and the ex missus was in tears begging for it to clear up. Im still not sure what you're supposed to do in situations like that, slow down or maintain speed? Visibility was none existent.
2nd)
Had a souped up Mk7 R back in 2014 on their release, over the years I'd taken it to "stage 2"! (still makes me cringe) at c~ 400bhp. Back in 2017 I was leaving work on January 2nd, slightly miffed id been called out for 2 shifts on the 1st and 2nd of a new year. 40 mph stretch all the way to my roundabout turn off, passed the docks and a large X5 steams out. Its a stretch of road that a lot of people speed down, 70-80 is not uncommon. He blasted up my backside as I was doing about 50 so I went full beans and flew off, only slowed because of traffic up ahead.
At the turn off for the roundabout its a set of lights, my suspicion grew and I hit the breaks to light up the car behind, see if its coppers... Nah cant see any evidence of it. With that the X5 revs at me and I took the bait.
Windows up, launch control ready, lights hit green, off we go.
X5 didn't even try, Blues immediately.
Did me for 50 in a 30 after a friendly chat with 2 of the most friendly coppers I'd met, they were armed response coming off a dock shift and ran into me. Absolute giants of men too, I'm 6'1 and they towered me. They could of done me for more quite easily - my heart was beating out my chest and I felt sick to my stomach thinking i've lost my license or i'm off to nick. The experience convinced me to sell the car and curb my enthusiasm quite profoundly
Edited by axel1990chp on Tuesday 21st May 07:50
Edited by axel1990chp on Tuesday 21st May 07:54
Remembered another one, although I wasn't driving.
I was in my early 20s and was being given a lift by a work colleague who was a bit of a knob.
He decided to overtake on a blind bend (double white lines) on a single carriageway A road.
Thankfully nothing was coming the other way, or I wouldn't be typing this.
I never got in a car with him again.
I was in my early 20s and was being given a lift by a work colleague who was a bit of a knob.
He decided to overtake on a blind bend (double white lines) on a single carriageway A road.
Thankfully nothing was coming the other way, or I wouldn't be typing this.
I never got in a car with him again.
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