Tommo&Claire
Well-Known Member
So i'm driving home from a mate's house this afternoon on a typical country road which, like most roads in Hampshire at the moment, pretty well flooded. I'm not kicking the arse out of it, cruising along at around 55mph. Suddenly from the hedge row on my left not 30 yards ahead an old guy in a series Land Rover (yes a bloody Land Rover!) pull straight out of a field without looking.
No time to brake, i swerve to the right missing his right wing by what felt like no more than 6 inches only to find myself on the wrong side of the road with a transit type van heading toward me, followed by a queue of traffic. He's hard on his brakes but it's not going to help so i swerve back to the left, tyres now scrabbling for grip a wee bit and he misses my back quarter by what feels again like no more than 6 inches...
How depressing to be imminent for an operational tour over seas and get taken out by a pensioner in a Land Rover before i even get there...
No time to brake, i swerve to the right missing his right wing by what felt like no more than 6 inches only to find myself on the wrong side of the road with a transit type van heading toward me, followed by a queue of traffic. He's hard on his brakes but it's not going to help so i swerve back to the left, tyres now scrabbling for grip a wee bit and he misses my back quarter by what feels again like no more than 6 inches...
How depressing to be imminent for an operational tour over seas and get taken out by a pensioner in a Land Rover before i even get there...