So I was driving along...
When I was a young'un, was taking driving lessons with a middle aged chap with a stern outlook on the whole process, made me go through various procedural rigmarole like clockwork for fear lack of attention to detail would make me fail the test.

Anyway, one day we were driving down a particular high street with an odd design, the street was partitioned into two lanes (one for each direction) separated with a small metal barrier and littered with parked cars occupying bays further reducing the width (and visibility of the pavement)

So we were driving along, I think I was doing around 25/30mph, and in the road ahead I spotted a ball starting to peep out from behind one of the parked cars.

I instantly hit the brake and the instructor was wrenched forward knocking his head against the windscreen (he wasn't wearing his belt, how silly), the ball was of course followed microseconds later by the obligatory small child running after it who now stood about a millimeter from my bumper and stared up at me in bewilderment.

I often wonder what would have happened if there had been less concentration involved and I would have hit the boy, however I firmly believe the narrow escape was his, and not mine.
(lochii, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 23:45, 3 replies)

WHy the frig wasn't he wearing a belt
you ought to stamped harder on the brake.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 26 Aug 2010, 0:32, closed)

i hope he got a nice big bump
to remind him of his stupids
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Thu 26 Aug 2010, 9:27, closed)

So it was
your attention to detail that saved the day.
(M61A1 CUPID- STUNTS, Thu 26 Aug 2010, 1:35, closed)