Wacky Races 2
Six months in Libya without a car crash - quite an achievement!
As you will have read from recent posts, I was rewarded for reaching this landmark with a brand new car. Lucky me.
Amazingly it look as long as 2 weeks for some idiot to hit it!I'm driving back from a mate's house, the time is 1am and the roads are relatively quiet. Suddenly I look into my rearview mirror and see two cars bombing down the narrow high street at speeds which must have been above 120kph, whilst undertaking all the traffic. I look ahead and see that the road narrows due to parked cars and realise that we are both going to reach that point at the same time. I get on the breaks and slow my speed to let these wallies past. Unfortunately, seeing that this is obviously a race, they both try to go round my car from opposite sides and one takes a route straight into the back of our car.
I pull over straight away and jump out to have a go at the brainless moron, but of course he is nowhere to be seen! He didn't even hang around long enough to see who he'd hit.I run over to the nearest group of lads and ask who's car that was. This is Libya,as one of my colleagues (a Libyan) later said, "they probably could have named all 12 of the guy's sisters"! Anyway, these guys were having none of it, despite clearly seeing the whole thing they just said "There is no car here, you must go now"
"What?"
"There is no damage, there is no car. You can go"
I quickly realised I wasn't going to get very far, and seeing as my Chevolet is built like a lead box on wheels I decided I could live with the minor scratches and drove home. (NOTE: For anyone reading this and asking the question "Why did you not go to the police?" You obviously haven't read my previous blog entries!).
The next day, I went out to inspect the damage in daylight. Only then did I discover that I was hit by a Mazda driver - the badge of his car was imprinted in my rear bumper!
As you will have read from recent posts, I was rewarded for reaching this landmark with a brand new car. Lucky me.
Amazingly it look as long as 2 weeks for some idiot to hit it!I'm driving back from a mate's house, the time is 1am and the roads are relatively quiet. Suddenly I look into my rearview mirror and see two cars bombing down the narrow high street at speeds which must have been above 120kph, whilst undertaking all the traffic. I look ahead and see that the road narrows due to parked cars and realise that we are both going to reach that point at the same time. I get on the breaks and slow my speed to let these wallies past. Unfortunately, seeing that this is obviously a race, they both try to go round my car from opposite sides and one takes a route straight into the back of our car.
I pull over straight away and jump out to have a go at the brainless moron, but of course he is nowhere to be seen! He didn't even hang around long enough to see who he'd hit.I run over to the nearest group of lads and ask who's car that was. This is Libya,as one of my colleagues (a Libyan) later said, "they probably could have named all 12 of the guy's sisters"! Anyway, these guys were having none of it, despite clearly seeing the whole thing they just said "There is no car here, you must go now"
"What?"
"There is no damage, there is no car. You can go"
I quickly realised I wasn't going to get very far, and seeing as my Chevolet is built like a lead box on wheels I decided I could live with the minor scratches and drove home. (NOTE: For anyone reading this and asking the question "Why did you not go to the police?" You obviously haven't read my previous blog entries!).
The next day, I went out to inspect the damage in daylight. Only then did I discover that I was hit by a Mazda driver - the badge of his car was imprinted in my rear bumper!
2 Comments:
Now you will feel grateful about having a white car... you can easily find white paint! Glad to hear you weren't hurt.
Too true!
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