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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M 3582 XBThat's not a British number plate - It's a Spanish one, from Madrid actually (M).
In 1999 between jobs, JuanTheMan decided to take a month or two off and do a bit of a tour around Spain on his motorbike with his then GF on the back. Chilled out, we breezed between city and beach all over the place. So, one sunny day riding along the autopista E15 near Murcia overtaking a car, I was none too happy when some twunt in a red hatchback (Golf or Ibiza) steams up behind with lights flashing, trying to push us out of the way. Feck you, I thought (which is the polite form of fuck, which I'm usually far too good natured to use). I'm doing the speed limit here and you are not. He overtakes, pulls alongside and starts edging us off the side of the road! Now with GF on the back and full paniers, I wasn't going to try any funny business, but if that wasn't enough he gets in front and slams on the anchors! Well, it fair put the willys up me, (big ones at that), but thankfully after grabing a handfull of lever the bike slowed at a better rate than he did. And that was the end of it. Well, not quite.
That was 8 years ago now, but I still have that rapidly approaching numberplate emblazoned across the forefront of my mind (which is better than across the front of my forehead like Scorchio-Jim had intended).
Now, as it turns out, my now GF is from Mardid and we end up visiting quite a few times a year. Every single time I see a red hatchback I have to check the plate (I scare myself sometimes). One day, one way or another, I am going to find the fucker (not the polite form) that was driving that car and pull his fucking head clean off. Any assistance on the whereabouts of said car or driver would be greatly appreciated! Length? He'll pray he's a good fucking length away from me for the rest of his life.
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