Another stolen one.
I'd spent the night at my friend's house, as a few of us were going climbing the next morning. After the usual type night, we were up early and plyed with tea ready for the off. Bags packed, ropes coiled we set outside- to find no car. Matey calls the police who stop him at "stolen" and ask "Is it a blue Ford Escort by any chance?"
"Why yes it is" he replies.
"Ah, yes *snigger* We have found it. We'll send someone round immediately."
The police duly turn up, barely able to suppress their grins. We put this down to the fact it was a rather scrappy job.
"Yes sir, we've found your car. Only problem is, it's kind of up a tree. *Giggle giggle* I think we'll need your help."
So off we trot, (with the police) to the local traveller park. As we approached, the field next to their camp has a lovely swirly pattern embedded in the crop. At the edge of the field were saplings gradually giving way to thicker forest.
Yes, you've probably guessed it, the car was driven at full pelt into the saplings, which bent, offering the car easier access to the higher branches of the larger trees. It was only 8-10 feet off the ground, but still a sight to behold. It took all of us bouncing it and pushing it to get it off the trees, but once it was the only damage was a cracked indicator lens. That and the lock of course. Climbing gear in and off we went!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 15:09, Reply)