Disco2
20th April 2008, 06:34 PM
In addition to Harry's altercation with the little Jap number a week or so ago the tale of another one. Pun intended.
Coming home around lunchtime today, I was stopped with my right hand indicator on, in a 50Km zone, waiting for the line of cars coming towards me to pass.
By this time I've been stopped for about 10-15 secongs, when, you guessed it I looked back in response to a great cloud of blue smoke, screeching tyres and a silver Commodore trying to embed itself in the freckle of my Disco.
Sigh, I move to the left side of the road to asses the damage and to see if anyone is injured. A small crowd gathers, and this young blonde thing emerges from the Commodore (mobile phone stuck in ear) and proceeds to give me a mouthfull in a different version of polite English conversation than what I'm used to. The bottom line, it appears, is - how dare I stop.
She's obviously physically O.K, the same cannot be said for the Commodore. It needs, shall I say, 'some attention' to the front end.
I checked my new steel rear bar and surprise, surprise, the powder coating is not even scratched. Nothing, Zip, Zilch, Zero .
Still waiting, I get her rego number, some personal details of witnesses, some of whom I have to assist from the ground, because they've fallen down laughing for the mouthful this pretty young thing has given me. Like - she's hit me from behind at speed and it's my fault.
She drives off.
I went home to get a tape measure and proceed back to get both photos of the skid marks and length. 18.3 mtrs long they are and in a 50km zone on a dry road.
Now tell me she's doing 50kms.
When will people slow down, especially when following Landrovers?. I'll see the police tomorrow and give them her Victorian rego details etc..
So Harry, its' not just Jap numbers that don't do well when running up the freckles of Landrovers, the Australian jobs don't fare much better.
Cheers
Discos .
Coming home around lunchtime today, I was stopped with my right hand indicator on, in a 50Km zone, waiting for the line of cars coming towards me to pass.
By this time I've been stopped for about 10-15 secongs, when, you guessed it I looked back in response to a great cloud of blue smoke, screeching tyres and a silver Commodore trying to embed itself in the freckle of my Disco.
Sigh, I move to the left side of the road to asses the damage and to see if anyone is injured. A small crowd gathers, and this young blonde thing emerges from the Commodore (mobile phone stuck in ear) and proceeds to give me a mouthfull in a different version of polite English conversation than what I'm used to. The bottom line, it appears, is - how dare I stop.
She's obviously physically O.K, the same cannot be said for the Commodore. It needs, shall I say, 'some attention' to the front end.
I checked my new steel rear bar and surprise, surprise, the powder coating is not even scratched. Nothing, Zip, Zilch, Zero .
Still waiting, I get her rego number, some personal details of witnesses, some of whom I have to assist from the ground, because they've fallen down laughing for the mouthful this pretty young thing has given me. Like - she's hit me from behind at speed and it's my fault.
She drives off.
I went home to get a tape measure and proceed back to get both photos of the skid marks and length. 18.3 mtrs long they are and in a 50km zone on a dry road.
Now tell me she's doing 50kms.
When will people slow down, especially when following Landrovers?. I'll see the police tomorrow and give them her Victorian rego details etc..
So Harry, its' not just Jap numbers that don't do well when running up the freckles of Landrovers, the Australian jobs don't fare much better.
Cheers
Discos .