Weirdest thing you've seen whilst sat in your car?
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dme123 said:
I was sitting in traffic driving through Splott in Cardiff maybe 3 months ago, family in the car. A ratty looking chav in a vest and boxers came out of his house with a cake on a plate and proceeded to scrape it off into the guttering on the road, and then went back into the house. One of the oddest and most inexplicable things I've ever seen.
What sound did it make as it hit the tarmac ?Splat or Splott ?......
Driving up the M1, with my wife. Car ahead anchors up onto hard shoulder, girl driver gets out, runs round to passenger side. Opens passenger door, pulls down jeans and knickers and pees. I don’t think She realised that being BEHIND the open passenger car door, everyone could see her, if she had squatted IN FRONT of the passenger car door she would not be quite so visible!
About 18 months ago I had parked up in a car park on the sea front in a local coastal town to visit a friend for a meal. Said friend got picked up and I returned across the road from the restaurant to my car, it was at around 9pm on a cold November night parked by itself in the whole car park bar a white 62 plate Berlingo van parked 3 or 4 spaces away.
Thinking nothing of it, as it's a place I've always felt safe and the car park is overlooked by restaurants, I got in the car and sat for a minute to make a quick call. Call over, phone away and as I go to put the key in the ignition, the rear doors of the Berlingo sprang open and about 10 blokes jumped out the back of it. I have no idea what was going on, as in panic I locked the doors, started my car and got away as quick as I could, but to this day I wonder why those men were in the back of that van.
Thinking nothing of it, as it's a place I've always felt safe and the car park is overlooked by restaurants, I got in the car and sat for a minute to make a quick call. Call over, phone away and as I go to put the key in the ignition, the rear doors of the Berlingo sprang open and about 10 blokes jumped out the back of it. I have no idea what was going on, as in panic I locked the doors, started my car and got away as quick as I could, but to this day I wonder why those men were in the back of that van.
One of the most bizarre things I ever saw, driving through the centre of Kampala in Uganda, was when I was passing an undertakers. There were hoards of motorcyclists buzzing around the area on their mopeds carrying coffins on the back, in manically busy traffic. I didn't manage a photo but found this online which gives you an idea of how it's done, except you should transplant it to rush hour mayhem. I didn't want to know which coffins were full or empty.
Does a bicycle count ?
Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
J4CKO said:
Does a bicycle count ?
Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
Im finding this story really hard to imagine. Cottage in the road? Can you find it on google maps? Floor to ceiling window, but you looked up? Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
I remember driving home from London on New Years Eve a few years back, must have been about 11.30PM - 1.00AM as I remember being stuck in traffic, New Years striking and everyone going mental and beeping horns and then carrying on as normal.
Anyway, around this time I was stuck in traffic and the guy next to me was a bald guy in a coupe, perhaps a Jaguar? Cant remember. I remember looking to my right and he's putting on what looked like driving gloves, I thought cool. I've never seen anyone wear gloves to drive before. The next thing I see is him pull a gun (with silencer) from the glove box. He looked at me whilst I was looking at him and then he put the gun down below the window line. At this point the traffic started moving and he carried on and we got split up. I remember thinking did I really just see that. But I 100% saw it. I'll never forget it.
I know some stuff can be embellished or exaggerated but I can assure you this is not. I was so shocked at what I saw I did nothing about it and just carried on.
Anyway, around this time I was stuck in traffic and the guy next to me was a bald guy in a coupe, perhaps a Jaguar? Cant remember. I remember looking to my right and he's putting on what looked like driving gloves, I thought cool. I've never seen anyone wear gloves to drive before. The next thing I see is him pull a gun (with silencer) from the glove box. He looked at me whilst I was looking at him and then he put the gun down below the window line. At this point the traffic started moving and he carried on and we got split up. I remember thinking did I really just see that. But I 100% saw it. I'll never forget it.
I know some stuff can be embellished or exaggerated but I can assure you this is not. I was so shocked at what I saw I did nothing about it and just carried on.
ashleyman said:
I remember driving home from London on New Years Eve a few years back, must have been about 11.30PM - 1.00AM as I remember being stuck in traffic, New Years striking and everyone going mental and beeping horns and then carrying on as normal.
Anyway, around this time I was stuck in traffic and the guy next to me was a bald guy in a coupe, perhaps a Jaguar? Cant remember. I remember looking to my right and he's putting on what looked like driving gloves, I thought cool. I've never seen anyone wear gloves to drive before. The next thing I see is him pull a gun (with silencer) from the glove box. He looked at me whilst I was looking at him and then he put the gun down below the window line. At this point the traffic started moving and he carried on and we got split up. I remember thinking did I really just see that. But I 100% saw it. I'll never forget it.
I know some stuff can be embellished or exaggerated but I can assure you this is not. I was so shocked at what I saw I did nothing about it and just carried on.
It’s true if he was in a Jag. Anyway, around this time I was stuck in traffic and the guy next to me was a bald guy in a coupe, perhaps a Jaguar? Cant remember. I remember looking to my right and he's putting on what looked like driving gloves, I thought cool. I've never seen anyone wear gloves to drive before. The next thing I see is him pull a gun (with silencer) from the glove box. He looked at me whilst I was looking at him and then he put the gun down below the window line. At this point the traffic started moving and he carried on and we got split up. I remember thinking did I really just see that. But I 100% saw it. I'll never forget it.
I know some stuff can be embellished or exaggerated but I can assure you this is not. I was so shocked at what I saw I did nothing about it and just carried on.
dme123 said:
I was sitting in traffic driving through Splott in Cardiff maybe 3 months ago, family in the car. A ratty looking chav in a vest and boxers came out of his house with a cake on a plate and proceeded to scrape it off into the guttering on the road, and then went back into the house. One of the oddest and most inexplicable things I've ever seen.
Perhaps someone had told him that he couldn't have his cake and eat it??Slightly different situation as I was on foot and the other person was in a car but back when I was a school kid, around 15 years old, I was walking home from school through the town centre. Whilst waiting at a Pelican crossing, a car in a queue stopped across it, blocking most of it. Instead of just walking around it, I did my cocky t
ttish thing of bending down to stare at the driver in a futile attempt to make them feel guilty. Imagine my surprise when the driver was a: gorgeous, b: had her blouse undone and c: promptly smiled at me while flashing her bra at me!
This encounter left me disappointed that I was one my own and therefore unable to prove it to my mates, and also wondering what the bloke in the passenger seat thought.
ttish thing of bending down to stare at the driver in a futile attempt to make them feel guilty. Imagine my surprise when the driver was a: gorgeous, b: had her blouse undone and c: promptly smiled at me while flashing her bra at me!This encounter left me disappointed that I was one my own and therefore unable to prove it to my mates, and also wondering what the bloke in the passenger seat thought.
EazyDuz said:
J4CKO said:
Does a bicycle count ?
Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
Im finding this story really hard to imagine. Cottage in the road? Can you find it on google maps? Floor to ceiling window, but you looked up? Was on the way to work and got to a junction, upon which there is a cottage, no garden, no pavement it is literally in the road, it has a small area that is not in the way of any traffic where I stopped, a quiet single track road to one side and a normal road in front, beyond the road are fields.
I stopped to adjust my contact lens which was being a pain, so took my gloves off and sorted it out, was putting my gloves back on and there is a movement in my peripheral vision just to my left and I turn instinctively to register what it was, it was curtains in a floor to ceiling window being thrown back.
I am then looking straight up at a neatly trimmed lady garden,being a cottage it didnt have high ceilings so the proximity was alarming, it took a moment to compute, for both me and the lady who had assumed the houses position afforded a fair degree of privacy and wasnt expecting a stunned cyclist gawping up her flue
She dived back and I carried on my way, certainly a more memorable ride in than normal.
Driving through Metheringham, Lincolnshire maybe 8-10 years ago, a quiet summers evening there’s a grassed area with one of them green cable boxes.
Against that was a woman with dress around waist and a chap having a go on her with his trousers round his ankles and a few cans of beer of the grass which may have had a part to play in their moment of public passion.
Against that was a woman with dress around waist and a chap having a go on her with his trousers round his ankles and a few cans of beer of the grass which may have had a part to play in their moment of public passion.
On the way to work in Anaheim, Los Angeles I drove by Disneyland.
I was held up by a parade of elephants in single file, holding the tail of the one in front just like in the cartoons...
I was late to arrive and my boss asked me why I'd been late and I was happy to say ' a herd of elephants'.
I was held up by a parade of elephants in single file, holding the tail of the one in front just like in the cartoons...
I was late to arrive and my boss asked me why I'd been late and I was happy to say ' a herd of elephants'.
generationx said:
Driving down an urban street in the darkest depths of Basildon once there was a small child, I'm guessing about 8 years old, standing at the side of the road doing pelvic thrusts in my general direction while gripping his "equipment".
Still got it, I guess...
I once cycled past the BP garage on East Mayne at around 1am to see a guy beating up a pavement sign.Still got it, I guess...
When traveling the roads of Southern China, mid 90’s, during rush hour, every bus stop had lines of office ladies, crouching waiting for a bus.
Nothing strange with that I hear you say, well no. However, everyone crouches with legs splayed regardless of their garments length, in addition, the colour of choice for underwear was almost unanimously white with long service intervals and topiary an unpracticed art, did not make for the best viewing,
Nothing strange with that I hear you say, well no. However, everyone crouches with legs splayed regardless of their garments length, in addition, the colour of choice for underwear was almost unanimously white with long service intervals and topiary an unpracticed art, did not make for the best viewing,
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