October 14th, 2010

I’ll never know who you were, knobber

Posted in Other Stuff by 200

It’s lucky I’m here to write an entry tonight.

I mentioned only two days ago that I often drive past my local police station. I didn’t realise how soon I’d be mentioning it on my blog again.

Within sight of the police station is a T-junction. There I was driving along the road & wanting to turn off the main road into a minor road. It’s a single carriageway meaning that if anyone wants to turn right, the traffic behind have to slow & wait until the turning car is out of the way.

So I approach the junction, I’m not travelling fast as I’ve just come off a roundabout no more than 50 yards back, I signal right, pull towards the centre of the road & wait for an oncoming car to pass the junction so I can turn into it. Luckily, I was in first gear as I waited, not very long, maybe 6 or 7 seconds.

Meanwhile a car behind me has come off the roundabout & is coming towards the back of my vehicle. I see him in my mirror & then glance back to the car which is just about to pass the junction to my right. Then I hear an almighty screech of tyres behind me, look up just quick enough to see the car behind me skidding uncontrollably towards my rear end. The car on the other side of the road is just clearing the junction. I gun the car forward as fast as I can & shoot into the junction just in time to see the arsehole behind me skidding through the space my car just occupied, then release his brakes & carry on his merry way.

When I drove back that way later, the skid marks were still clear & bold, the only testament to my near-death experience.

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