Late one night, somewhere in the country
...my mate Duncan wakes up. Well, I'm sure we've all nodded off on the journey home after a heavy night, lulled by the gentle throbbing of the engine, to blearily look out of the windows and try to work out what station we're passing through.

Unfortunately for Duncan, he wasn't on a train at the time. Or even a bus. He was travelling home on his motorcycle.

And what had woken him was the lurch that the bike had made as the road turned sharply to the right, and -- not surprisingly -- the bike hadn't. The road was somewhat raised at that point, so he'd actually come to in mid air, sailing in a graceful arc toward a field of corn.

When he finally rolled to a halt, uninjured thanks to the relaxing effects of alcohol, he decided that the best course of action would be to spend the rest of the night in the field, and promptly fell asleep again.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 15:38, 3 replies)

Sensible chap :)
I can imagine him saying to himself - "This is as good a place as any..."
(SpangoTheWonderBadger is brewing beer, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 15:52, closed)

A friend of mine
used to commute between Newcastle and Birmingham (really), because his girlfriend was a geordie. So he'd get up stupidly early, drive for three or four hours, get to work, drive for three hours, sleep for a very short time, and do it all again the next day.

Unsurprisingly, he ended up very tired indeed. So tired that he drove his car off the motorway at high speed. It landed, crumpled; my friend managed to climb out. He noticed that it was on fire. He was so tired that he tried to blow the fire out.

He failed. The car burned. My friend decided that the best course of action was to go to sleep under a hedge and just walk from there to work in the morning.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 16:12, closed)

Ho ho ho. Drink driving is hilarious. Your friend Duncan sounds like such a card.
(bope, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 17:52, closed)