High speed chase
Way way back in 1996 I was a fresh-faced fresher, fresh from school and living in university halls, or rather a large house, shared with 16 or 17 other lads, that was attached to the university halls. One evening a few of us rather fancied a curry so I offered to do the gentlemanly thing and drive us to the local takeout in my trusty VW Polo, not too far away in Oadby. Off we set, three in the back and two in the front, starving and really looking forward to tucking into a nice Indian meal.

I'll never know quite what it was that tipped me off, but just as I checked the mirrors and went to indicate to pull onto the kerb outside the restaurant, I clocked the car behind us. It was full of large, scowling Asian guys and for some reason I got the crazy idea they were following us. "Hang on lads," I said to the car at large, "I just wanna try something." Instead of stopping at the restaurant I went around the block, all the time watching the car behind me. As we came level with the curry house again, they were still behind us. I had been right, they *were* following us. I panicked slightly, as the lads in my car were not the 20-stone rugby players I also lived with, but rather the more nerdy and weedy members of our household. If I stopped the car and there was trouble, we were going to get creamed.

What to do? Call home and arrange a welcoming committee of 20-stone rugby players? Nice thought, but then they'd know where we lived. All thoughts of Indian food now forgotten, I had to come up with a plan. I floored the accelerator and headed out down the London Road towards Leicester town centre. The car followed, my (now nervous) friends squinting out of the back window, trying to take down the number plate. Every time we approached a set of traffic lights I tried a different trick like slowing down on green so the lights would change to red just as they got there (no joy, they just ran the red light), indicating left and making to turn then going straight ahead (they indicated too, went to turn and then followed us) and running red lights myself to try and escape this unprovoked menace. Eventually I had a brainwave. "Let's see them try to follow this," I said and stepped on it again, heading right into the town centre at a sharpish lick. They matched our speed and pulled in tight behind us. At the last possible second I flipped the indicator stick down and swerved left into the entrance to a car park. They also indicated left and made to pull into the car park, no doubt relishing the kicking they were going to give us students, but veered away sharply and rejoined the main road when they saw where I had led them.

I had pulled into the police station car park. Explaining our story to the bemused officer at the front desk, he took their registration number and promised that he'd send it out to all officers, meaning that they would have a very difficult evening ahead if they planned to continue driving as every squad car in Leicester was going to pull them over.

We never did find out why they were following us - I can only assume beating students was just their way of getting kicks. I never did get a curry though.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 12:00, 6 replies)

I was hoping for a twist ending :(

(babyaeroplanes, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 12:23, closed)

...they got out of the car and it turns out they wanted to warn me one of my brake lights wasn't working
then we all went and had a curry together, it was lovely.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 12:31, closed)

I need closure!

( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 12:36, closed)

Halls sound familiar
anywhere near Radcliffe Road? ;)
(TheManofScience, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 14:51, closed)

I was in Villiers

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 15:24, closed)

"I never did get a curry though"?
1996?!

Mate, I think they've gone. You can come out of your room now.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 19:58, closed)