I was 17, driving home from my girlfriends, an 8 mile bendy, hilly, country road which I used to drive every day. It was 2 o\'clock in the morning, the road was a bit greasy, but, with my many months of driving experience I knew me and my Spitfire 1500 could cope. Down a steep hill, across a hump backed bridge, sharp left up another hill….put my foot down on the apex of the bend and it all went a bit light, 360 and a bit degrees later, facing more or less the right way, off I went again. Passed a 2CV coming down the hill in the opposite direction with a look of shock on his face, no reason why, he was never in danger.
Three months later. same journey back, same time of night (roof down this time, it was a bit warmer and I was dead cool), about a mile from home. Where my road crossed a main road, they\'d recently put a roundabout in and this was the first time it was fully \"operational\". So I had to drive round it fast a couple of times to try it out (there were no other cars around at the time) came off the roundabout up another hill on the way home. As I\'m going up it a police car\'s coming down the other way (It would only have seen the second of the two revolutions of the roundabout) in the rear view I saw it turnaround and switch his lights on and pulled me up about 10 yards from home. One of the pc\'s is looking round the car while the other leans in the car. \"You came off the roundabout a bit quick son\" (Phew, he hadn\'t seen the whole performance). He started asking about where I was coming from etcetera, when I told him he said \"ahh, we\'ve had reports of a Spitfire regularly coming from there a bit quick. Do you remember a blue 2CV?\" which I couldn\'t (honestly). He then started lecturing me about not caring what happened about me but I might kill someone else blah blah blah…\" And then I remembered the incident two months earlier…\"Oh I remember the 2 CV\" I say. \"I bet you do, I thought you\'d killed yourself\" he said.
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Keep it clean please, this is a family forum. ;-)
Mine was in my very early days of driving, in my first car, a Vauxhall Chevette.
Just had a cassette player fitted and was enjoying some loud music. Driving on a busy A road, I wasn’t aware there was an ambulance directly behind me . Hadn’t heard the siren, hadn’t seen the blues and twos in my rear view mirror (new drivers, eh?!).
What I did see was the guy in front signal left and slow down. I naively took this as an invite to overtake him, thus nearly broad siding the ambulance overtaking me. :-(
Dangerous I know but I’ve never not checked my mirrors or generally not been aware of my fellow road users since.
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Taking a wrong turn in my student banger and ending up at the Dartford toll crossing without a penny on me. Being directed by the police across about ten toll lanes, as they held up the traffic coming off the motorway, and guided me with almost sadistic slowness to the escape lane. Highly amusing to all concerned, with one exception...
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Jonesy, maybe you did not find this earlier posting during a search on your topic. A search on \"embarrassing moments\" will reveal another 44 replies on the same topic.
www.honestjohn.co.uk/forum/post/index.htm?f=2&t=90...6
Regards Mal.
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Well spotted Mal.
This thread will be attached to the end of the other thread later today.
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I had an embarrassing moment a few yaers ago. I owned a VERY yellow 1973 Beetle, lots of mods including a VERY loud sterio.
One sunny day I was waiting at a T juction to turn left, on seeing a gap, darted out without realy paying any attention to the actual cars. I'm now up to speed in the line of traffic when I realise I'm driving along windows down music up between a hearse and the funeral cars. Time to pull over sharpish.
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Having just collected my first car, a Ford Anglia, driving it home and then attempting to back it into the space outside my house between my two neighbours cars.
I managed to back it into one of them! Put a big dent in his front grill and pushed the bonnet up. It was a hot summers day so I even had a ready-made audience, too!!!
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Late for work, rushed through outskirts of Brum. Just after I crossed Hagley road, had to do sharp turn on my Yamaha (only an 80cc). Ended up sliding towards an amused car driver. Luckily he waited. No injury except to pride: I hadn't observed the sub-zero temp. and ice. Later wondered how I even managed to stay upright up to the time of my demise. Ignorance is bliss.
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How about nipping to the front of a ferry queue (as instructed by sign)on my motorbike,switch off engine and kick side stand down.On leaning the bike over,suddenly find the damn thing has not gone down at all but it is now too late as the weight has gone past that point of no return.
In view of lots of people I try not to look too much of a prat and a mate helps me lift the bike back up.luckily hardly any damage to me or bike.
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howabout going into garage ,put fuel in,pay pull away wife asks what noise was and whats that smell of parafin ,darn remember no longer go diesel car
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I was on a late shift one evening a few years ago. It was deathly quiet, and the last person had got off. So I trundle down the road happily belting out 'Sweet Transvestite' from The Rocky Horror Show at the top of my voice.
Then a rather worried 'next stop please driver' comes from behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I hadn't realised it, but someone was sat right behind me so I couldn't see them in the mirror! They got off without saying another word and I've never sung on a bus since!!
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Rob,
I've been there done the singing thing too!
Similar thing happened to me while I was still wet behind the ears as a bus driver.
Last passenger (or so i thought) had left the vehicle, foot down, driving a decker as if there was just me on board to get some time back, you know how it is. I pulled up 10 minutes later in Chester Bus Exchange and heard footsteps from upstairs, oops!, middle aged chap gets off and thanks me for the quick ride!
To this day I still can't make my mind up quite how sarcastic he was being.
Another one early in my career where I let rip verbally towards another motorist thinking I was alone, used many expletives, had a little chunter under my breath for a couple of minutes afterwards and then was horrified to hear someone sneeze. Frightened the life out of me.
She didn't say a word when she got off either!
PP
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One of my embarrassing moments was mentioned in this thread.
www.honestjohn.co.uk/forum/post/index.htm?t=12858&...e
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In reply ro Rob the Bus\'s embarrasing singing post:-
Rob what route do you drive? That is one performance i would pay to see again. (only if you put the RHS gear on tho)
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In fact I noticed PP' post as well. You guys do a duet?
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Well actually RF.............. ;-)
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RF
I was on the 124 Chorley - Blackburn. Anyway, as I've said, I no longer sing on buses!
I have worn the full RHS gear, though, on stage in front of 100s of people. It was for a student fundraising thing at university and I was cajoled into playing Frank N Furter. Tell you what, those suspender belts don't half nip!
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