I was driving home from work this morning,not that awake,ambling along at a fairly sedate pace on a wet road a couple of miles from home.
I was approaching a right hand bend,which can be a nasty one for those who don't know the road as it goes on longer than it initially appears.
My peripheral vison alerted me to a car coming from the other direction. I could only see its roof above the roadside shrubbery,but I could see it was travelling at a hell of a speed. Next thing it appears at the apex of the corner and he runs out of talent completely.
I noticed it was a Golf GTi,just as it went completely sideways and starting sliding straight at me.
I could see the terror on his face nd his arms flailing cluelessly about as he tried in vain to collect it up,but it was way past that.
I half closed my eyes and said a quick goodbye to my soon to be dead Omega, and waited for the banging and crunching to start.
It didn't quite happen somehow.He missed me,I don't know how,and it must have been close,but he missed me.
I glanced in my mirror just before I entered the bend and noticed he was completely on the wrong side of the road and still weaving around all over the place.

I knew there was another car not that far behind me so I slowed to see if that appeared behind me again.After a fair while it did,so presumably it had enough of a gap to be able to stop and allow the squiggly golf to sort itself out.

I was 5 minutes way from bed and already almost settling into a nice sleep,then all of a sudden my heartbeat shot up to fack knows what,and my heart felt like it had moved up to somewhere near my mouth.
Not the ideal way to start a quiet Sunday really.
