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I hit a barrier on a German Autobahn once.
Made a right mess of my car and had to get recovery off the motorway.
The two German Police Officers asked me a few questions did their checks, which included measuring the damaged barrier and then explained my situation.
The first officer told me that I would have to pay a €75,- fine plus the cost of the barrier and asked for the €75,- cash for the fine.
I had about €10,- CAN25,- US30,- and another 15 quid.
He looked at my car and then at the barrier and said "Forget it you have enough to pay for."
Thanks mate I said
Made a right mess of my car and had to get recovery off the motorway.
The two German Police Officers asked me a few questions did their checks, which included measuring the damaged barrier and then explained my situation.
The first officer told me that I would have to pay a €75,- fine plus the cost of the barrier and asked for the €75,- cash for the fine.
I had about €10,- CAN25,- US30,- and another 15 quid.
He looked at my car and then at the barrier and said "Forget it you have enough to pay for."
Thanks mate I said
In the late 90s 6 of us piled into my mate's Saxo leaving a night club.
Got pulled within a minute as they were looking for drunk drivers (no issue there).
We got lined up at the edge of a park, one officer took the driver into their car the other started taking names at one end of the row. My mate at the furthest away end started to shuffle into the dark park before turning and legging it. Officer never noticed, took all names and I'm sure felt pretty stupid when writing it up later on with only 5 names noted when there should have been 6!!!
My mate never heard anything.
Got pulled within a minute as they were looking for drunk drivers (no issue there).
We got lined up at the edge of a park, one officer took the driver into their car the other started taking names at one end of the row. My mate at the furthest away end started to shuffle into the dark park before turning and legging it. Officer never noticed, took all names and I'm sure felt pretty stupid when writing it up later on with only 5 names noted when there should have been 6!!!
My mate never heard anything.
kenno78 said:
It's 1996. I was 17 and had my full license a week. Dad and I were heading down to London from the midlands and he let me drive. It's around 11pm and the M1's virtually empty.
Sitting in the left lane doing about 80, I don't see any cars for ages and eventually get passed by Rover 827. A few miles pass, Dad's asleep, I decide that it'd be alright to go a bit quicker.
Junction 2 of the M1 we peel off and I've caught the 827. Blue lights flash from the rear and I instantly feel sick. He pulls me over and Dad wakes up thinking we've reached the destination.
The officer walks up to me and says "We've been averaging over 100 since we passed you. Care to explain how you've managed to catch us up?". I'm basically sh*tting myself and Dad pipes up that he asked me to get a move on and that it was quiet. I get the biggest b
king from the officer who pauses to ask me how long I've had my license. "A week" I reply. "Well if you want to hang onto it, never do that again" was his final comment as he walked off.
When I saw junction 2 M1 I thought it was going to lead into some sideways antics on that bit of road comes of J2 and then joins onto the A1... Nevertheless interesting story Sitting in the left lane doing about 80, I don't see any cars for ages and eventually get passed by Rover 827. A few miles pass, Dad's asleep, I decide that it'd be alright to go a bit quicker.
Junction 2 of the M1 we peel off and I've caught the 827. Blue lights flash from the rear and I instantly feel sick. He pulls me over and Dad wakes up thinking we've reached the destination.
The officer walks up to me and says "We've been averaging over 100 since we passed you. Care to explain how you've managed to catch us up?". I'm basically sh*tting myself and Dad pipes up that he asked me to get a move on and that it was quiet. I get the biggest b
king from the officer who pauses to ask me how long I've had my license. "A week" I reply. "Well if you want to hang onto it, never do that again" was his final comment as he walked off. 
1st one, my life
Back in the army in late 94 someone had a ND with their rifle and killed the guy stood right next to me
2nd one, same thing
someone tried to kill me with his L200, lucky my Dylan grabbed me a threw me into the bushes out of the way.
Rest of it is boring going through unknown speed traps above the limit and never being flashed
Back in the army in late 94 someone had a ND with their rifle and killed the guy stood right next to me
2nd one, same thing
someone tried to kill me with his L200, lucky my Dylan grabbed me a threw me into the bushes out of the way.
Rest of it is boring going through unknown speed traps above the limit and never being flashed
Not me, but a friend of mine was caught at well north of 100 leptons on the M1 on Christmas Eve a few years back.
He had a colleague in the car who was quite a bit older than him, and pissed as a fart.
Said colleague duly got out of the car, and delivered a charm masterclass to the officer that the (sober) driver was just trying to do the right thing; driving him home in his car because he so drunk, didn't realise the power of the car, not used to it, etc, etc.
Office wrote him up for circa 95mph so he didn't get a ban and sent them on their way.
Famous story in our family was my Dad trying to.....'evade' the police in his Lotus Cortina at night, back in the day. He was giving it plenty down a country lane before seeing the blue lights in the mirror.
Knowing the area well, he dived down some back routes and tried the old trick of pulling into a dark field and turning all the lights off.
Unfortunately, the Police can see your brake lights when you're holding your foot on them in said field so he was scuppered
He had a colleague in the car who was quite a bit older than him, and pissed as a fart.
Said colleague duly got out of the car, and delivered a charm masterclass to the officer that the (sober) driver was just trying to do the right thing; driving him home in his car because he so drunk, didn't realise the power of the car, not used to it, etc, etc.
Office wrote him up for circa 95mph so he didn't get a ban and sent them on their way.
Famous story in our family was my Dad trying to.....'evade' the police in his Lotus Cortina at night, back in the day. He was giving it plenty down a country lane before seeing the blue lights in the mirror.
Knowing the area well, he dived down some back routes and tried the old trick of pulling into a dark field and turning all the lights off.
Unfortunately, the Police can see your brake lights when you're holding your foot on them in said field so he was scuppered
19 years old, new (to me) car that was a lot faster than my previous one, maxed it out on the way home one evening on a DC (3 figures). A few weeks later a letter from the dvla comes 
Speeding fine from that date 
36 in a 30 speed awareness course offered 
Speeding fine from that date 36 in a 30 speed awareness course offered Edited by JDMDrifter on Thursday 27th November 15:02
Edited by JDMDrifter on Thursday 27th November 15:04
You lot are probably mostly too young to remember the time just after drink driving came in, but we were holidaying in Newquay and were well oiled as we made our way back to the car at about 1am. For some reason I was "walking the tightrope" on a garden wall, picking flowers and eating them. Don't ask me why - it was the drink. Anyway, we got to the car, and as I went to get in the driver's seat a hand clapped onto my should accompanied by the dreaded "Hello, hello hello". My heart was in my boots, my mates stayed stum, and I was escorted to the station and locked up overnight. I was given a lovely breakfast, and brought before the sergeant who had arrested me. I was let off with a caution for the theft of a flower! He said he hoped I'd learned my lesson. You bet I had! I had spent the night thinking of losing the company car, losing my job, etc. etc.
The other one is completely the opposite. Pissed as a newt, a friend arrived in the pub and I asked him to drive me home and I'd walk to his house the next day and pick the car up. It was about a mile and a half I guess. Believe it or not the village bobby (Droxford, Hants) followed us out of the bar and arrested me for drunk in charge, despite my mate, sober as a judge, being in the driver's ,seat with the keys. It was said that I was in charge because it was my car, even though I had no intention of driving. I still have the newspaper cutting where it was thrown out of court. The copper was transferred shortly afterwards.
The other one is completely the opposite. Pissed as a newt, a friend arrived in the pub and I asked him to drive me home and I'd walk to his house the next day and pick the car up. It was about a mile and a half I guess. Believe it or not the village bobby (Droxford, Hants) followed us out of the bar and arrested me for drunk in charge, despite my mate, sober as a judge, being in the driver's ,seat with the keys. It was said that I was in charge because it was my car, even though I had no intention of driving. I still have the newspaper cutting where it was thrown out of court. The copper was transferred shortly afterwards.
Edited by lowdrag on Thursday 27th November 15:17
It is august 2007 and my three friends and I have had a great six day road trip around Spain. Started in Madrid, down to Cordoba, then Seville, then Granada and now driving back to Madrid. The roads are besutful. The scenery more beautiful. The weather yet more beautiful. Sunglasses on, we are cruising nicely and making good progress. We drive past a police car at about 210km/h. Approx 140mph.
I commented that we should continue flying and we went about our way. We slowed down cos of traffic and then all of a sudden, blue flashing lights. We are pulled over and stting oursleves
Policemen get out their car and walk towards us with hands on gun holster. Driver lowers his window. Police guy shouts some instructions. None of us speak Spanish. He shouts the same, only louder. We are getting mre and more tense cos of his aggressive tone. Then he tugs at the door handle of our hired 320d. Car is locked so he jerks backwards.
He must have been telling us to open the door?
Anyhow, after a what must have been a stern telling off, we were given a EUR 42 fine and sent on our way
Phew!
I commented that we should continue flying and we went about our way. We slowed down cos of traffic and then all of a sudden, blue flashing lights. We are pulled over and s
tting ourslevesPolicemen get out their car and walk towards us with hands on gun holster. Driver lowers his window. Police guy shouts some instructions. None of us speak Spanish. He shouts the same, only louder. We are getting mre and more tense cos of his aggressive tone. Then he tugs at the door handle of our hired 320d. Car is locked so he jerks backwards.
He must have been telling us to open the door?
Anyhow, after a what must have been a stern telling off, we were given a EUR 42 fine and sent on our way
Phew!
A few weeks ago I was at a set of lights on a dual carriage way, a police car pulled up next to me, as the lights went green I floored it up to 70 and then stayed there, the police car caught up and clung to my rear bumper eventually pulling me over.
The officers pulled me over to tell me how stupid I was racing away from the lights and I was driving dangerously(accelerating on a perfectly straight, clear and dry road is now dangerous apparently), I simply replied that I was doing the speed limit and no more, had broken no laws and apologised for my 'dangerous' driving
I was told if they saw me driving like that again that night I'd have 'serious problems' and was lucky they didn't want to 'do me' god knows what they would've done me for though
The officers pulled me over to tell me how stupid I was racing away from the lights and I was driving dangerously(accelerating on a perfectly straight, clear and dry road is now dangerous apparently), I simply replied that I was doing the speed limit and no more, had broken no laws and apologised for my 'dangerous' driving
I was told if they saw me driving like that again that night I'd have 'serious problems' and was lucky they didn't want to 'do me' god knows what they would've done me for though
I was driving home late one night, about 3am, on the M3 heading south after a gig in London. I just wanted to get home and there wasn't a car in sight. Put my right foot down and was doing around 120 fathoms.
Happily cursing along I noticed some headlights in the distance behind me and monitored them for a bit. After a few seconds I realised he was catching me up. A quick bit of on the spot maths and I realised he must be absolutely gunning it to be catching me. I started to ease off the accelerator pedal and as it got closer to me I noticed the distinctive headlights of a BMW estate. At this point I knew it was the old bill so I completely lifted off. I didn’t want to break as it’s an immediate sign of guilt even though it was pretty obvious I was speeding.
I was now only doing about 85-90 as he pulled along side of me and then in front of me. Yup, fully marked up BMW police car. DOH!
Once in front of me he put on the rear message board. It said “follow me”. He indicated off at the next junction.
This is where the story gets interesting. During this whole scenario I had a mate who’d come to watch the gig in the front passenger seat. He coincidently worked for the police. Not a bobby or road policing officer, he just worked at head office.
He told me to ignore the board and continue driving straight on (at this point I was only doing about 65). For some reason I listened to him and as the police car in front pulled off the motorway at the next junction I just continued on at 65.
I just sat in the slow lane at 65 waiting for him to re-join and come up behind me with his sirens & lights on.
He never did??
I don’t know why. He could have easily joined the carriage way again as it had another slip road the other side. I think maybe he thought I’d learnt my lesson and let me continue on my way. I also don’t know why I listened to my mate and completely ignored the police message to pull over! I would not usually do this!
He said you’d probably get away with ignoring it once and you could plead that you didn’t know what to do and were scared? I don’t know if there’s much truth in this and wouldn’t advise ignoring the law.
There, that’s my strangest situation involving the old bill.
Happily cursing along I noticed some headlights in the distance behind me and monitored them for a bit. After a few seconds I realised he was catching me up. A quick bit of on the spot maths and I realised he must be absolutely gunning it to be catching me. I started to ease off the accelerator pedal and as it got closer to me I noticed the distinctive headlights of a BMW estate. At this point I knew it was the old bill so I completely lifted off. I didn’t want to break as it’s an immediate sign of guilt even though it was pretty obvious I was speeding.
I was now only doing about 85-90 as he pulled along side of me and then in front of me. Yup, fully marked up BMW police car. DOH!
Once in front of me he put on the rear message board. It said “follow me”. He indicated off at the next junction.
This is where the story gets interesting. During this whole scenario I had a mate who’d come to watch the gig in the front passenger seat. He coincidently worked for the police. Not a bobby or road policing officer, he just worked at head office.
He told me to ignore the board and continue driving straight on (at this point I was only doing about 65). For some reason I listened to him and as the police car in front pulled off the motorway at the next junction I just continued on at 65.
I just sat in the slow lane at 65 waiting for him to re-join and come up behind me with his sirens & lights on.
He never did??
I don’t know why. He could have easily joined the carriage way again as it had another slip road the other side. I think maybe he thought I’d learnt my lesson and let me continue on my way. I also don’t know why I listened to my mate and completely ignored the police message to pull over! I would not usually do this!
He said you’d probably get away with ignoring it once and you could plead that you didn’t know what to do and were scared? I don’t know if there’s much truth in this and wouldn’t advise ignoring the law.
There, that’s my strangest situation involving the old bill.
One late evening in 1989/90 the 17yo me borrowed my mum's Micra (Belmont Datsun Commonwealth Games XIII Special Edition - sweet ride, man) without her, erm...explicit permission, and was battering along the A8 Eastbound at Gogar towards the then-new Gyle roundabout (no underpass in those days).
Fancying myself as a bit of a helmsmith (obviously) I tackled the deserted roundabout as fast as I dared, even managing to hold a nice four-wheel drift at one point, tyres squealing. Hero.
It was only when I was at the apex of the exit towards Corstorphine that I noticed in my mirrors the lights, of both head- and blue varieties, which had suddenly appeared on the hitherto dark car sitting on the Police ramp at the side of the roundabout...
Panicking, but travelling at a fair old lick (for a Micra, anyway), I had to decide what to do sharpish so I battered on towards Maybury and, in a moment of madness, switched my lights off, slammed on the brakes and turned sharp left onto Turnhouse Road at the Marionville Models shop.
Just about managing to keep it together on the turn, I sped up again, hardly able to see a thing on the thankfully empty road, but kept one eye on my rear-view mirror for any sign of an 827/Senator rounding the bend, lights blazing.
Amazingly, nothing ever appeared and I rolled on towards Cramond with my heart in my mouth and a biblical amount of adrenalin in my veins.
Even though I was never caught (bloody good thing for me too; I would have been grounded for eternity, not to mention the IN10) I think I can confirm I learned a lesson that night.
What a rush.
Fancying myself as a bit of a helmsmith (obviously) I tackled the deserted roundabout as fast as I dared, even managing to hold a nice four-wheel drift at one point, tyres squealing. Hero.
It was only when I was at the apex of the exit towards Corstorphine that I noticed in my mirrors the lights, of both head- and blue varieties, which had suddenly appeared on the hitherto dark car sitting on the Police ramp at the side of the roundabout...
Panicking, but travelling at a fair old lick (for a Micra, anyway), I had to decide what to do sharpish so I battered on towards Maybury and, in a moment of madness, switched my lights off, slammed on the brakes and turned sharp left onto Turnhouse Road at the Marionville Models shop.
Just about managing to keep it together on the turn, I sped up again, hardly able to see a thing on the thankfully empty road, but kept one eye on my rear-view mirror for any sign of an 827/Senator rounding the bend, lights blazing.
Amazingly, nothing ever appeared and I rolled on towards Cramond with my heart in my mouth and a biblical amount of adrenalin in my veins.
Even though I was never caught (bloody good thing for me too; I would have been grounded for eternity, not to mention the IN10) I think I can confirm I learned a lesson that night.
What a rush.
Got pulled over by a copper on a bike for doing what must've been 90+ down the Meadowhall viaduct (Bridge that runs under the M1 past Meadowhall for those who don't know). You know that scene on Inbetweeners where Simon gets throttled for calling someone a wker and turns into "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry"....that was me.
Got given a telling off (Rightly so beacuse looking back it was stupid and certainly not helped by having a mate in the passenger seat egging me on) and let on my way...certainly learned my lesson that day.
ker and turns into "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry"....that was me.Got given a telling off (Rightly so beacuse looking back it was stupid and certainly not helped by having a mate in the passenger seat egging me on) and let on my way...certainly learned my lesson that day.
Edited by ezi on Thursday 27th November 16:10
I chased a 370z down the M4 on the bike.
He slowed acceleration at around 130/140mph when I just waved goodbye and took it to 170+. Full panniers and top box with a quick lock tank bag. shat myself when the tank bag unclipped itself at that speed and the only thing that was holding it to my chest was the wind!
Pulled over and refitted it and by then the misses turned up on her GS (eventually) and asked what I was doing. Fearing a bking I said I didnt want to keep her waiting so I went ahead and stopped for a wee.
She still knows no different
He slowed acceleration at around 130/140mph when I just waved goodbye and took it to 170+. Full panniers and top box with a quick lock tank bag. shat myself when the tank bag unclipped itself at that speed and the only thing that was holding it to my chest was the wind!
Pulled over and refitted it and by then the misses turned up on her GS (eventually) and asked what I was doing. Fearing a b
king I said I didnt want to keep her waiting so I went ahead and stopped for a wee.She still knows no different
Back in the late 90’s I got stopped doing 117mph on the hard shoulder of I15 driving back from Vegas to LA on a Sunday afternoon – the frustration just got to me after 20 minutes sat watching a motorhome just sit alongside an artic at 60mph at the front of a massive queue of traffic, and I somehow thought the overtake was a sensible idea.
Unfortunately, I didn’t spot the State Trooper on a little mound with a radar gun until it was too late.
He wasn’t impressed and had both me and my American mate out of the car and handcuffed at the side of the road.
Initial threats of jail until he could get me in front of judge Monday morning were eventually reduced to a massive bking following much grovelling (using the British accent to the max) and some fancy talking by my mate. Was actually pretty frightening at the time.
Some years previous to this I did a night rally in my company Cavalier Sri. In the very early hours, a police car was hidden away on a white clocking competitor’s speeds and noting reg numbers. He must have been impressed at the sight of my Cavalier as the sumpguard I’d made in my mates garage and bolted to the chassis was leaving massive clouds of sparks in my wake as the bolts had ground off and it was just hanging down at the rear fixing point and constantly hitting the ground.
1st thing I knew about the police was the following week’s club meet. I walked in feeling cocky after a 20th place finish from 60 entrants (not bad for a stock road car against a load of club rally cars), but all talk was of the letters everyone had received from Staffordshire police.
I laughed and said I’d not received anything… only to get called in to my bosses office a few days later to be presented with a letter that had ‘Matlock Motorclub Dry Stone Rally’ as a title and started with the statement ‘further to the above motorsport event in which your car took part’. The letter had been sent to the lease company who sent it to our fleet manager who sent it to my boss.
Apparently, I was doing 107mph on an unclassified road.
Fortunately, the letter also said no further action would be taken, but that didn’t save me from a final written warning from my boss.
I have plenty of others equally as embarrassing.
Unfortunately, I didn’t spot the State Trooper on a little mound with a radar gun until it was too late.
He wasn’t impressed and had both me and my American mate out of the car and handcuffed at the side of the road.
Initial threats of jail until he could get me in front of judge Monday morning were eventually reduced to a massive b
king following much grovelling (using the British accent to the max) and some fancy talking by my mate. Was actually pretty frightening at the time.Some years previous to this I did a night rally in my company Cavalier Sri. In the very early hours, a police car was hidden away on a white clocking competitor’s speeds and noting reg numbers. He must have been impressed at the sight of my Cavalier as the sumpguard I’d made in my mates garage and bolted to the chassis was leaving massive clouds of sparks in my wake as the bolts had ground off and it was just hanging down at the rear fixing point and constantly hitting the ground.
1st thing I knew about the police was the following week’s club meet. I walked in feeling cocky after a 20th place finish from 60 entrants (not bad for a stock road car against a load of club rally cars), but all talk was of the letters everyone had received from Staffordshire police.
I laughed and said I’d not received anything… only to get called in to my bosses office a few days later to be presented with a letter that had ‘Matlock Motorclub Dry Stone Rally’ as a title and started with the statement ‘further to the above motorsport event in which your car took part’. The letter had been sent to the lease company who sent it to our fleet manager who sent it to my boss.
Apparently, I was doing 107mph on an unclassified road.
Fortunately, the letter also said no further action would be taken, but that didn’t save me from a final written warning from my boss.
I have plenty of others equally as embarrassing.
The first time was when I put tinted number plates on my car 
I was on a main road doing 35mph and a police car was waiting to pull out of a side road. I made eye contact with the officer driving the car as I drove past, which probably made me seem suspicious! Pulled out behind and followed me about a half mile, then pulled me over. Explained the reason he pulled me, he was very polite and once his colleague had asked my name and saw I was insured, taxed and MOT'ed, and not a mass murderer, let me on my way with no problems. I said to him the car was like it when purchased (I lied because I thought i'd be fined initially if I admitted to it 
) but should I now change them? He just shrugged and said "Well I'm not going to tell you to change them". Because the officer was very pleasant, I put the legal ones back on soon after.
Second time I was on a dual carriageway which I use numerous times a day, late at night so I was stupidly flying through the roundabouts and accelerating up the main carriageway to at least 60mph (in a 40mph zone). After about 1.5 miles I noticed a police car sat behind me at a set of traffic lights. They then followed me for another mile, even mirroring my lane changes, of course at this point I was doing exactly 40mph! They eventually pulled me over, and pulled up next to my car and asked the speed limit and how fast I was going. I naturally said 40mph on both counts
, in a sheepish tone. The officer said I was doing at least 60mph but he also lied and said I was doing 50 when I was nervously doing 40 before he pulled me up. He kept trying to get me to admit to speeding, but I maintained I was doing 40, and said I work local to this road, use it everyday, and maybe I've become too complacent with it. He said slow down in future and drove off.
I was on a main road doing 35mph and a police car was waiting to pull out of a side road. I made eye contact with the officer driving the car as I drove past, which probably made me seem suspicious! Pulled out behind and followed me about a half mile, then pulled me over. Explained the reason he pulled me, he was very polite and once his colleague had asked my name and saw I was insured, taxed and MOT'ed, and not a mass murderer, let me on my way with no problems. I said to him the car was like it when purchased (I lied because I thought i'd be fined initially if I admitted to it ) but should I now change them? He just shrugged and said "Well I'm not going to tell you to change them". Because the officer was very pleasant, I put the legal ones back on soon after.Second time I was on a dual carriageway which I use numerous times a day, late at night so I was stupidly flying through the roundabouts and accelerating up the main carriageway to at least 60mph (in a 40mph zone). After about 1.5 miles I noticed a police car sat behind me at a set of traffic lights. They then followed me for another mile, even mirroring my lane changes, of course at this point I was doing exactly 40mph! They eventually pulled me over, and pulled up next to my car and asked the speed limit and how fast I was going. I naturally said 40mph on both counts
, in a sheepish tone. The officer said I was doing at least 60mph but he also lied and said I was doing 50 when I was nervously doing 40 before he pulled me up. He kept trying to get me to admit to speeding, but I maintained I was doing 40, and said I work local to this road, use it everyday, and maybe I've become too complacent with it. He said slow down in future and drove off.loudlashadjuster said:
One late evening in 1989/90 the 17yo me borrowed my mum's Micra (Belmont Datsun Commonwealth Games XIII Special Edition - sweet ride, man) without her, erm...explicit permission, and was battering along the A8 Eastbound at Gogar towards the then-new Gyle roundabout (no underpass in those days).
Fancying myself as a bit of a helmsmith (obviously) I tackled the deserted roundabout as fast as I dared, even managing to hold a nice four-wheel drift at one point, tyres squealing. Hero.
It was only when I was at the apex of the exit towards Corstorphine that I noticed in my mirrors the lights, of both head- and blue varieties, which had suddenly appeared on the hitherto dark car sitting on the Police ramp at the side of the roundabout...
Panicking, but travelling at a fair old lick (for a Micra, anyway), I had to decide what to do sharpish so I battered on towards Maybury and, in a moment of madness, switched my lights off, slammed on the brakes and turned sharp left onto Turnhouse Road at the Marionville Models shop.
Just about managing to keep it together on the turn, I sped up again, hardly able to see a thing on the thankfully empty road, but kept one eye on my rear-view mirror for any sign of an 827/Senator rounding the bend, lights blazing.
Amazingly, nothing ever appeared and I rolled on towards Cramond with my heart in my mouth and a biblical amount of adrenalin in my veins.
Even though I was never caught (bloody good thing for me too; I would have been grounded for eternity, not to mention the IN10) I think I can confirm I learned a lesson that night.
What a rush.
Haha Brilliant map Fancying myself as a bit of a helmsmith (obviously) I tackled the deserted roundabout as fast as I dared, even managing to hold a nice four-wheel drift at one point, tyres squealing. Hero.
It was only when I was at the apex of the exit towards Corstorphine that I noticed in my mirrors the lights, of both head- and blue varieties, which had suddenly appeared on the hitherto dark car sitting on the Police ramp at the side of the roundabout...
Panicking, but travelling at a fair old lick (for a Micra, anyway), I had to decide what to do sharpish so I battered on towards Maybury and, in a moment of madness, switched my lights off, slammed on the brakes and turned sharp left onto Turnhouse Road at the Marionville Models shop.
Just about managing to keep it together on the turn, I sped up again, hardly able to see a thing on the thankfully empty road, but kept one eye on my rear-view mirror for any sign of an 827/Senator rounding the bend, lights blazing.
Amazingly, nothing ever appeared and I rolled on towards Cramond with my heart in my mouth and a biblical amount of adrenalin in my veins.
Even though I was never caught (bloody good thing for me too; I would have been grounded for eternity, not to mention the IN10) I think I can confirm I learned a lesson that night.
What a rush.
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