Yes, me and a load of mates were hooning around the farm one night in an old Mk1 Mexico that we'd bought together. I was driving at the time, then in the headlights I spotted someone walking up the track towards us, it was another school mate who had popped down un-invited, we all knew him though. He wanted to drive.
Ok I said, I'll step out for this one, doesn't feel right.
I got laughed at and told to get in the back.
Naa you're alright, go on, I'll step out..
So in he gets and screams off up the track into the darkness
Barr barrr barrr through the gears then...........
nothing, absolute silence, as I run up the track I see a shape in the middle of the track groaning picking himself up out of the wet mud and puddles, then I spot the car to my right at a weird angle.
Slowly dawned on me what he had done.
Stuck it sideways on into the end of a commercial sized propane tank, knocking it from it's concrete base by about two or three feet.
The driver was rolling out of the driving seat mumblings something and the other guy was now coming back up the track dripping in mud holding his head..
If I had got in the back of that car I'd have been cream crackered against the end of the tank it slid into, it hit smack into the side of the rear quarter pushing the wing and window frame into where the centre line of the car should be..
That was the last time any "motorsport" was aloud on the farm after another biggy when I was a lot younger....
Certainly makes you wonder if there is anyone "tweaking you" in certain directions in life...