h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

fords and I often go for a drive of a Sunday evening. It's a useful way to unwind after the rigours of Sunday dinner at Old Mother Vibenstein's. This is what we did last night, taking a right turn towards Falkirk, through Carronshore, via Airth to Stirling, carrying on towards Doune, where I intended to take a right turn towards Dunblane, but forgot, so instead we continued on the road towards Callander, whereupon we suddenly encountered a car coming towards us at high speed on our side of the road.

This is where it gets a bit hazy. I remember slamming on the brakes and swearing a lot, then as the car started to skid I distinctly remember knowing with absolute certainty that we were going to hit something, although I wasn't sure whether it would be the maniac coming towards us, the cars on the other side of the road that he was trying to overtake, or whatever it was that had the misfortune to be at the side of the road. More by luck than judgement, somehow I managed to direct the car into an extremely well-placed opening on the left, then back into the road, during which time the maniac sped through the gap (seemingly without even touching the brakes) and the impact for which we'd been bracing never came. We stared a major accident right in the face and - other than losing a wheeltrim somewhere along the line - somehow got away scot free.

I think I'll stay at home next week.

Bloody hell.

Are you both ok?

Phew! Two voters still alive.

But most importantly two very good friends.

"Phew! Two voters still alive."

Thanks for your concern, DD. Yes, we're fine... physically, anyway.

How awful for you both.
*sympathy*

I left this

Off the bottom of my post.

If some asshole wants to drive like a suicidal idiot then so be it let him - his choice.

But it is innocent (and I use that term purely in ref to the driving ) people like you guys that are often the ones that suffer too.

Did you report it?

He was going to fast to get his number... in fact he was going to fast to even see what kind of car he was driving.

...going too fast to even see...

We were expecting to see him wrapped around a tree on the way home, but he must have had his accident somewhere else.

I was thinking more along the lines of he may have caused an accident furthur up the road or been caught on speed camera somewhere and it would show consistancy in his crap driving.

But I suppose even then you would need to be able to at least say what colour car it was

I *think* it was white... as opposed to my underpants, which were distinctly brown.

Granted, you would have found it a bit difficult to get his number, but you are supposed to stop after a near-miss. All three of you are, in fact.

B

I say a prayer every time I get my car out of the garage.

Just recently I've been including family, friends and loved ones in my prayers, so Thank You, for watching over fords and EV

I will buy you and fords a pint at the next meet just for being alive today (that is a pint *each* )

Well I did stop, but given that nobody else did it seemed rather futile.

Nobody checked to see if you were ok?????

In that case you'll never be to blame. It's the fault of the other two guys.

B

Make sure no one is driving after that pint!

I soooo don't need more reasons to fear driving. Glad the two of you are okay though.

blimey

s

Ecky nora!