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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Steep Hills + Snow = Diving OAP'sI live in a hilly area so during snow season the 45-degree hill I live on is something of a deathtrap. One morning I awoke to the snow but noticed that the cars were queueing up outside my house to take turns at slowly edging their way to the clear main road. I joined the queue and duly made my way down without incident.
The next day (now feeling somewhat cocky about a piffling bit of snow) I attempted the same journey, but noted how there were no other cars about today. There was a good reason for this...
As soon as my front wheels touched the brow of the hill I was off. We had sideways, a bit of backwards and a whole host of post-watershed profanities. A bunch of wide-eyed schoolkids watching the whole episode unfold from the bottom didn't help either, but it managed to get worse. A little old man came pootling round the corner, oblivious to my Cresta Run attempts ahead of him. My silent sliding alluded him until I was within a few feet (why I didn't sound my horn, I'm still not sure). Anyway, he sees me about the flatten him and executes what can only be described as a textbook full-length dive to safety. Think Gordon Banks vs Pele in '70 - it was grace personified. Shortly afterwards I came to a halt, at which point he jumped up, dusted himself off and asked if I was OK, before continuing his ascent of the hill. What a guy.
(, Wed 28 Feb 2007, 12:51, Reply)
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