There is a God.

[felters]

Going into the Surrey Country Fair today I realised that there is a God after all.

I had been following a fully spammed up Golf for a couple of miles with the queue of cars to get in. He'd been revving the nuts off it, diving out into the middle of the road to see if he could overtake and generally making a complete tw@t of himself. It was the business - black glass, and a body kit that words can only fail to describe.

As we progressed slowly up the Loseley House front drive they opened a couple of extra pay gates on the grass either side, and down a slight slope, from the drive. The baseball cap in front of me was obviously not going to wait like ordinary mortals and floored it and turned left off the drive to head for  one of these. I followed (in my Discovery) and commented to SWMBO that the drop on to the grass was steeper than it looked and carried on... in my mirror I saw that the Golfs wheels were spinning wildly as he tried to reverse backwards to get off the remains of the front of his body kit that was now crumpled under his sump. It did feel good.  

[cidersurfer]

was obviously not going to wait like ordinary mortals...    I followed (in my Discovery)...

Didn't want wait with the 'ordinary mortals' then      

And you didn't even offer to tow him out      

[Nick.Petty]

And you didn't even offer to tow him out  

Mike's Disco is chipped - he'd have pulled the rest of the front off the Golf      

[Dommo]

all the more reason?

[Nick M]

Reminds me of the trip to Le Mans about 6 or 7 years ago.  One of the party had left his passport at home and we agreed to cross on our allotted train (Eurotunnel) and wait for him at the petrol station on the exit road on the other side.

We took the opportunity to fill up with cheap(er) fuel and the queues were quite long with various bits of exotica, including an orange Lanborghini Diablo parked somewhere behind me.

I was waiting patiently (there was no rush after all...) and a pump next to the one I was waiting to use came free.  While starting my car I heard a wail of high pitched V12 revs, a screech of tyres and a gut-wrenching crunching noise of carbon fibre meeting concrete kerb....

He had totally failed to see the concrete islands dividing the various petrol pumps and had, very neatly I might say, parked the Diablo on top of one of them     Eventually a bit of brute force and ignorance saw the car removed from the kerb but the front splitter was totally history.  The front dampers also seemed a bit knackered as he drove off a little while later (in the direction of Paris and the nearest Lanbo dealer....) with the front of the car bouncing up and down.

We did try to keep straight faces while offering tools and assistance, honest we did !!  

[Man On The Clapham Omnibus]

At Brighton Speed Trials a few years ago a "yoof" on a bike was trying to emulate the drag bikes he'd been watching on the Madeira Drive. After burning out his back tyre on the Marine Parade tarmac, he blasted off westwards - straight into a traffic island. The ironic applause from the onlookers was a treat!