When were you last really scared?We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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the day i gave up road rageLast summer I was on my old vespa waiting at a red traffic light close to Hyde Park. As the lights changed to green I stalled it. The driver behind me beeped his horn (quite scary) and proceeded to graze my foot and push me to one side as he drove off to the next set of lights (all of about 500 yards away). Feeling a little put off with the fella i went after him and pulled up in the middle lane, on his passenger side, and started to mouth a few choice obscenities to him through his closed window.
I was keeping an even distance away from his car when I looked up to see where we were going and he was heading into my lane and veering me into the back of a bus in the bus lane. I hit the brakes and he went back into his lane again. Feeling a little more enraged i pulled up beside him again and took a swipe at his side-view mirror with the spare helmet i was carrying on my arm. i misjudged the distance.
the sound of that window exploding will be with me forever. i shat myself.
I sped off into the bus lane as fast as a vespa can, looked behind and he was about 50 yards behind me, with two wheels up on the kerb, coming after me as fast as he could.
Audi vs Vespa. It wasn't looking good. I shat myself again. At the next red light I decided to do a U-turn in front of the stopped traffic and go back up the road from whence we came when I stalled it again mid turn, in gear. He followed after me with a screeching U-turn as I was trying to kick-start my scooter. he got out of his car and came running after me with a big flashing neon sign around his neck saying "I'm gonna fuckin kill you!!" written on it. I'd run out of shit by now. the bike started and I was off.....he grabbed my seat but couldn't grip it hard enough. thank-god i didn't have a rack on the back for him to hold onto. I have to hand it to him though because he kept it up for about 300 yards.
I was properly scared. I re-sprayed my scooter that night, changed my helmet the next day and didn't drive down that road again.
(, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 0:25, Reply)
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