Torvil & Dean
I was employed in Selly Oak Hospital as a Radiographer for a happy year in 1991, which meant I had to do a weekly commute from Swansea To Bearmigum in my knackered old Ford Cortina 1600GT.

I thought I drove the shittiest of shitpiles, but I was proven spectacularly wrong one Sunday, as doing 68 MPH I was passed in the 'fastlane' by an orange Vauxhall Viva.

This was notable in itself, but as it drew back into the middle lane, it became apparent that the shocks were shot on this automotive dog's egg, so much that the momentum of changing lane had set up a rocking motion side to side, which increased as the joker driving accelerated.

The car was rocking left to right, the amplitude increasing with speed until the bodywork connected with the tire, sending the car spinning like a top across 3 lanes of the M5, only stopping when it hit the grass verge of the hard shoulder, the poor guy staring madly out of the front windshield at me...

as I drove past pissing myself laughing.
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 13:25, Reply)