24-02-2021, 01:00 PM
Back in the early 1970’s, a group of us had arranged to meet one winter Saturday night in our ‘local’ and then go on to a club on the other side of town where they had a ‘turn’ on. On of our number had a Hillman estate with a column change and a full width front bench seat on which his then girl friend used to more lie than sit! He also had quite a reputation for getting pulled by the Police but always being let off or talking his way out of what ever he’d done. This particular night was cold and wet as we set off, my Hillman friend in the lead, me following. As we drove along, a Police car pulled out of a side road and fitted in between my pal and me. My pal, thinking the car behind him was me speeded up, the Police car speeded up and this carried on until the two of them went round St. Michael’s roundabout all but on two wheels. Watching from behind at a safe distance I could see this might not end well. Sure enough, 300 yards further on, the Police car lit his blue lights and siren and pulled my pal over. As we went past we thought they’ve got him this time, he’ll not talk his way out of that and we carried on to the club. Half an hour or so later, pal and girlfriend arrive at the club. Turns out the Policeman had said that the list of offences was massive however he wasn’t going to report him as ‘The way you drive, by the time your case comes up you’ll be dead. Tell your Girlfriend to sit on her own side of the car and be on your way.’ We couldn't help thinking that the cold, wet night and the fact that he must be approaching the end of his shift had been more of an influencing factor!
Steve
Steve