Cars 2

Well, I did say that this blog would be about fishing, but as memories emerged from my past, one about cars came to the top, long-forgotten, but very funny and a life-changer.

So, read on...

Time has moved on from my last blog, and I will return in the next one, but now I was in my mid-20s and had a Mini car.

The friend of mine at that time, who we all used to drink together, were all big guys, and it must be said 'had a bit of a past,' from previous violent encounters, and a couple had done a bit of 'time' for these indiscretions.

But they had moved to the quiet IOW, settled down, and moved on.

However, nice guys as they were, and they were all friends of mine who never started trouble, they took a firm stance if someone started trouble with them, or us.

So, life in our local pub was nice and quiet, because we just wanted to have a few beers together, and the local idiots knew not to cause problems or my friends would sort it out quickly.

A very happy arrangement for all.

Around this time, there were some up-and-coming late teens who had formed a 'gang' and were becoming a bit of a pain.

Bit of housebreaking, car thefts, scaring people, being tough guys, etc.

The police knew who they were but could not prove anything.

Not our problem as they did not bother us.

One Friday night, we all met at the local Social Club, as we always did, for a couple of games of snooker, etc., before we went to our favorite boozer, Starks Bar.

As I was the one with the car, and it was a Mini, I was the driver, so we all crammed in, and as I said before this was the usual practice, and Starks was only a mile away.

So, we have three in the back and two in the front like bloody Sardines.

Naturally, already being over the limit, we went the back road.

As we drove along, this gang of kids was walking down the road right across it to make cars stop, thus scaring old ladies, etc. I slowed down, and they kicked my car, shouting abuse, not knowing what was inside.

'Stop the Fxxxxing car' from the back seat.

Next thing, the mini explodes with my chums out.

I got out, lit a fag, and watched the entertainment.

These lads, and there were about 15 of them, got a serious spanking. One was thrown over a hedge, one through a fence, a couple ran off, the rest were splattered.

Just then a police car came up the road; they had been following these kids but were powerless to do anything about them.

Obviously, they knew us.

We knew them.

They wound down the window, having seen these kids splattered about the road, and I will never forget it, the copper, who will remain nameless, just looked at me and said trying very hard not to laugh 'Is everything ok here only, someone told us there was some trouble here?'

Naturally, we said we had no idea about any trouble, bid the coppers goodnight and went to the pub, lesson taught.

In all fairness, most of the lads that got a slap that night grew up and became good friends; we played cricket and football together, and they remembered that night, oh yes, and they did say that we taught them a lesson as they thought they could get away with anything, until they kicked my car.

Well, if you keep pushing the boundaries and no one stops you, where does it lead to?

A memorable night for all.

Next time, definitely fishing, flying lorries, and monster sharks.

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