Bottle Rage
Another time, in a similar era to the previous story (20 years ago I reckon), we had been away camping and had met some other guys who seemed like good blokes. Sunday afternoon came and it was time for everyone to head for home (about 3 hours away).

We were driving along (me in the passenger seat) and these guys came flying past us and threw an egg into our car. Perfect shot... through the drivers window and smashed across the dashboard. Game on.

This was a hatchback so my mate in the back rummaged around in the boot for ammo. We didn't have much, but as luck would have it, we did have a few eggs. We tried to catch these guys and egg them back, but they were in a much faster car and we could only get close enough if they let us. We did our best though.

Anyway, they seemed to have a good supply of eggs and kept slowing down, pelting us, speeding up etc.

But eventually they ran out... and they started throwing empty beer bottles at us. Obviously things had stepped up a few notches and it was no longer a bit of silliness. To their credit I don't think they were actually trying to hit the car because their eggs had been pretty accurate but no bottles actually hit us.

So by now I'm saying to Darren in the back 'What else have we got?' The best we had was a big tin of baked beans and a tub of margarine, so I got him to pass them to me.

Meanwhile the bottle-throwers had sped off... and we had throttled off to avoid the missiles.

10 mins or so later we get to a shop, and there was their car parked outside... they had obviously thought they were safely away and had gone in to buy more eggs. So I am out the passengers door like a shot and I ran over to their unlocked car, opened the door and violently shook the now opened can of baked beans all through their car, and then squashed/smeared the tub of margarine into the headlining and seats.

While I was doing this they came back out of the shop with plenty of eggs. They saw me and started throwing eggs like nobodies business. I zigged, I zagged and no way they were going to get me.

My heroic mates drove off while this was happening and waited a little way down the street, out of range. To get to them I had to run through a car yard selling new cars while being chased by egg throwing lunatics. I didn't get hit, but I guess plenty of new cars did because I remember some big bloke in a tie coming out and yelling something.

I made it to the car unscathed and jumped in and we headed off. The other guys came flying past us again and egged the car on the way through and sped off into the distance. We caught up with them eventually... on the side of the road accompanied by a cop car. My guess is the car yard owner called the police and reported their rego, but who knows.

Either way, their car was a lot bigger mess than ours, thats for sure :)
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Mon 16 Oct 2006, 10:43, Reply)