Weirdest thing you've ever seen at the side of the road?
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A couple of years ago I pulled into a layby on a rural road to let my g/f drive; one of those laybys that is created when the path of the road is modified to be straighter and the old curved re-designated as a layby, and as a lot are it was hidden from the new road by a belt of trees.
We could see a lorry parked up and didn’t think anything of it, but as we approached this naked, fat, man shot out of the field to our right and behind the lorry. It was pretty funny but surprising at the same time. We could see him cowering behind the other side of the trailer and moving around trying to stay out of view. We swapped seats and carried on.
Not massively strange by some standards but I’ve not seen anything since that springs to mind
We could see a lorry parked up and didn’t think anything of it, but as we approached this naked, fat, man shot out of the field to our right and behind the lorry. It was pretty funny but surprising at the same time. We could see him cowering behind the other side of the trailer and moving around trying to stay out of view. We swapped seats and carried on.
Not massively strange by some standards but I’ve not seen anything since that springs to mind
In the Forest of Dean a few weeks ago, a Toyota Aygo stopped on a downhill blind bend, no sign of the driver, but a large labrador dog a couple of metres away on the verge pulling the entrails out of something about human or deer size lying on the ground. I should have stopped to investigate, but not in the Forest of Dean.
Driving to work last July, passed Reading Services, saw a man walking along the hard shoulder, away from the services, no petrol can, no sign of a broken down car, called 999, they called me back 15 minutes later and thanked me. He had just hopped out of the back of a truck in the services, having travelled across the channel.
On the M4 in the late 1980's.
A bedraggled man in a suit walking along the hard shoulder with a petrol can in his hand.
A quarter of a mile further up on the hard shoulder was a Porsche 944 on fire.
His very bad day was about to get worse.
A bedraggled man in a suit walking along the hard shoulder with a petrol can in his hand.
A quarter of a mile further up on the hard shoulder was a Porsche 944 on fire.
His very bad day was about to get worse.
Edited by Spannerski on Thursday 31st March 17:02
I was once driving down the local bypass (dual carriageway), and as I had just passed under it, I could see a car on fire on the opposite sliproad. The road was fairly quiet, and no one had pulled up to help at this point. The nearest point I could safely come off, and go back round was approximately 10 minutes up the road, with an additional 10 minute drive back.
I later learned that when the emergency services arrived, the guy was badly burned, but still alive, but died at the scene. It then dawned on me that he had been burning to death when I had seen the car. Realistically I couldn't really have done anything differently, but it's still horrible to think about.
I later learned that when the emergency services arrived, the guy was badly burned, but still alive, but died at the scene. It then dawned on me that he had been burning to death when I had seen the car. Realistically I couldn't really have done anything differently, but it's still horrible to think about.
MitchT said:
Clearly at 1:05 he goes off the rails.Ok not wierd but very surprising
Came across Colin Mcrae repairing the Metro 6R4 course car he was rallying in the 1998 Mcrae stages.
Turned around and was able to speak to him for a short time. Very nice guy.
Went to the next stage where he stopped right in front of us as the poor Metro had cried enough.
Not very surprising after witnessing him driving the thing to the limit.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2zfhfx
Came across Colin Mcrae repairing the Metro 6R4 course car he was rallying in the 1998 Mcrae stages.
Turned around and was able to speak to him for a short time. Very nice guy.
Went to the next stage where he stopped right in front of us as the poor Metro had cried enough.
Not very surprising after witnessing him driving the thing to the limit.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2zfhfx
Edited by anonymous-user on Thursday 31st March 18:32
More nostalgia than anything...
I miss seeing hundreds of feet of unwound audio cassette tape along the central reservation, that always made traffic jams that bit much more tolerable, interspersed with the mystery of the single random shoe, usually a trainer.
So many questions as to why there were there.
I've not seen the cassette tape for many years but random shoe chucking seems to be still quite common.
I miss seeing hundreds of feet of unwound audio cassette tape along the central reservation, that always made traffic jams that bit much more tolerable, interspersed with the mystery of the single random shoe, usually a trainer.
So many questions as to why there were there.
I've not seen the cassette tape for many years but random shoe chucking seems to be still quite common.
colin_p said:
More nostalgia than anything...
I miss seeing hundreds of feet of unwound audio cassette tape along the central reservation, that always made traffic jams that bit much more tolerable, interspersed with the mystery of the single random shoe, usually a trainer.
So many questions as to why there were there.
I've not seen the cassette tape for many years but random shoe chucking seems to be still quite common.
LOL, my wedding weekend. Mate drove over from Germany listening to U2 Achtung Baby over and over. Got to Cleethorpes and the cassette deck decided to eat the tape, managed to drag it all out and threw it out the window in a rage whilst sat in traffic.I miss seeing hundreds of feet of unwound audio cassette tape along the central reservation, that always made traffic jams that bit much more tolerable, interspersed with the mystery of the single random shoe, usually a trainer.
So many questions as to why there were there.
I've not seen the cassette tape for many years but random shoe chucking seems to be still quite common.
The Policeman in the car behind calmly got out, collected it all up and posted it back through his window with a "I think you dropped this".
j_s14a said:
I was once driving down the local bypass (dual carriageway), and as I had just passed under it, I could see a car on fire on the opposite sliproad. The road was fairly quiet, and no one had pulled up to help at this point. The nearest point I could safely come off, and go back round was approximately 10 minutes up the road, with an additional 10 minute drive back.
I later learned that when the emergency services arrived, the guy was badly burned, but still alive, but died at the scene. It then dawned on me that he had been burning to death when I had seen the car. Realistically I couldn't really have done anything differently, but it's still horrible to think about.
Reminds me of a pig transporter crash on the M3 back in 2000. Truck hit car and caught fire, driver of car was trapped and died later that day in hospital.I later learned that when the emergency services arrived, the guy was badly burned, but still alive, but died at the scene. It then dawned on me that he had been burning to death when I had seen the car. Realistically I couldn't really have done anything differently, but it's still horrible to think about.
Horrible part was the horrific squeals from the pigs as they burnt alive.
Not nice.
Kitchen sink in the outside lane of the M62 Westbound into Liverpool (complete with draining board). The policeman said to me ... "You're going to tell me there's a kitchen sink in the fast lane aren't you?" "You've heard then ..." I said, and left him to his next excitable caller.
Another time, a horse standing in an upside down horse box in the middle Lane of the M6 heading up to the lakes. Could only see the legs. Didn't bother calling that one in.
Nearly forgot. Half a dozen chickens sitting sun-struck scattered around a roundabout on Anglesey.
Another time, a horse standing in an upside down horse box in the middle Lane of the M6 heading up to the lakes. Could only see the legs. Didn't bother calling that one in.
Nearly forgot. Half a dozen chickens sitting sun-struck scattered around a roundabout on Anglesey.
Edited by Dr Jezz on Friday 1st April 05:29
Oh, actually ... how could I forget this one?
A cat with a tin can on its head sitting in the middle of the autobahn on the way to a the 'ring (2 lanes - could have been France actually). Two azure blue Lotus Elises drifted by either side of it with puzzled looks on the drivers' faces (me and Johnny Heyward) and we finally pulled up the convoy further down the motorway. I ran back and headed into the motorway while a trucker pulled across the middle of the two lanes and slowed traffic just enough for me to run out and grab the cat which then mauled me unmercifully as I sprinted back to the side of the motorway. It had been sitting stock still by instinct as traffic weaved around it, but the second it felt my hand on the scruff of its neck it turned into a spiteful frenzied ball of teeth and claws. So I chucked it down the embankment. I then had to go and join it for round two, and mercifully the can came away quite easily after his enforced freestyle down the hill into the nettles. He blinked at me, hissed and pelted away. People at work gave me puzzled looks wen they saw the state of my hands Tuesday morning. "There was this cat you see..."
A cat with a tin can on its head sitting in the middle of the autobahn on the way to a the 'ring (2 lanes - could have been France actually). Two azure blue Lotus Elises drifted by either side of it with puzzled looks on the drivers' faces (me and Johnny Heyward) and we finally pulled up the convoy further down the motorway. I ran back and headed into the motorway while a trucker pulled across the middle of the two lanes and slowed traffic just enough for me to run out and grab the cat which then mauled me unmercifully as I sprinted back to the side of the motorway. It had been sitting stock still by instinct as traffic weaved around it, but the second it felt my hand on the scruff of its neck it turned into a spiteful frenzied ball of teeth and claws. So I chucked it down the embankment. I then had to go and join it for round two, and mercifully the can came away quite easily after his enforced freestyle down the hill into the nettles. He blinked at me, hissed and pelted away. People at work gave me puzzled looks wen they saw the state of my hands Tuesday morning. "There was this cat you see..."
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