During my BMC car days my car was out of action so good ol' mum let me use her cars (being Hondas they went all the time where as mine, well um

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So I was driving at my normal pace for back then and got into a spot of bother descending the Wallaceville Hill road. I entered the left just down hill from the lookout way too fast and after trying desparately to correct this horrible mess ended up with the car bellied out on the lip of the roadside ditch.
I jumped out or the car and both me and my passenger tried in vain to get the car back on four wheels.
At this point a patrol car arrives on the scene.
This can only look very bad as during my rather long slide I had locked the back wheels and the skid marks pointed to where things had started to go wrong also being a relatively sheltered piece of road the tyre smoke still hung in the air.
I was getting ready to do some serious explaining when
six uniformed officers of various rank appear from the car and promptly help us pull the car from the ditch. I'm getting my license out of my wallet and preparing the name, address, occupation spiel when the driver of the patrol car says you'd better get going before someone else see's this.
I ask if there's anything I can do to say thanks (insert homo erotic act here) and he tels me to drop off a dozen at the station, sweet!
Looking back on the situation I do wonder why six police officers were heading over that hill in one car that day

I won't be pushing that issue though!

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