I had a Renault 5 at the time.
I was driving home from work and was itching to put my foot down. You know, like you do sometimes. I just wanted to go fast.

I was behind a guy doing 55mph in a 60 zone so I thought; great I'll overtake and get it out of my system.

It was a fairly wide road and it had a very slight and long curve round to the right. "O.K., Go!” I accelerated. Now, I was in a Renault 5 remember, Campus 1000cc to be exact (super dude, woo!), I gained slowly, but surely and pulled out to go past.

In the distance I see a car coming the other way and I'm struggling to get passed this guy. I'm too far to abort, but not quite fast enough to get back in lane in time. I'm now level with the guy I'm overtaking, and put my foot to the actual floor! My heart is pounding my chest like a child trapped in a toy box.

The car coming towards me starts flashing his lights, we're getting closer and closer at a combined speed of at least 120mph, then, as soon as my back end was inches in front of the guy I was overtaking, I darted in, and the opposing car whizzes by flashing and beeping the fuck out of his horn.

The 55mph guy, now behind me is also flashing me. Clearly pissed off that I just endangered his and the opposing driver's lives. But I don't care. I'm alive and THAT was an adrenaline rush!

I look up, "Shit. Road works". The light is green, "Please stay green, please stay green, please stay green". They change to red.

Now I have to sit and look at that guy behind me in my rear view mirror.

Trying to avoid looking in my mirror, I adjust my radio. "Knock, Knock".

"Fuck".

I wound down my window. He said "Nice driving back there."

I just smiled sheepishly.

"What's even better is that I'm an off-duty police officer, and I'm going to issue you a summons. Your number plate, F432 MBW isn't it? Right, cheers mate, have a nice day."

At this point I started shaking. I was actually in shock, and shitting my pants. I kept getting flashes of me standing in the dock being shouted at wigged barristers and the shame I would bring on my family.

The lights changed green and I drove away at about 40 miles an hour for the rest of the way home.

I dreaded the post every morning after that for about 6 weeks. Then I thought to myself, "Hang on, that guy didn't provide any I.D., he didn't give me any documentation, and he didn't record the incident, he's off duty, if he is a copper at all, and he was driving a shitty Peugeot 106. He just said that to scare the shit out of me..."

What a fucking lengthy canting bustard.
( Fork Has lost his bash virginity!, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 12:46, Reply)