When I was young and silly...
I used to drive about late at night with all the other pikey wastrels.

One evening bout 1am, I'm following my two mates (in their lowered cars) through the centre of Bristol in my mum's fiesta.

The main shopping street in Bristol has raised speedbumps the same level as the pavement. Being a shopping street the pavements are also quite wide.

So, following them, I keep having to slow down as their lowered cars won't make it up onto the humps and down again easily. The fiesta I was driving however, will fly over them nicely.

Half way up the street I decide to overtake, by going up onto a speed bump and onto the pavement, BEHIND the trees and phoneboxes lining the street.

Grinning inanely, I suddenly realise that my friends are pulling over. Two policemen (man and a woman) are walking down the middle of the road waving torches. Ah.

I'm currently behind a phonebox, on the pavement.

Stopping quickly, I reverse back then drive along the street as normal, pull up and get out.

The police continue talking to my friends. I breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the female copper starts walking over. She says (and I quote verbatim, I will never forget)
"Who's car is this?"
- Mine
"What were you doing driving along the pavement?"
- Oh (At this point, my life has flashed infront of my eyes and I can't say anything else)
"You were being a nob, weren't you?"
- Um, yes. (In an extremely pathetic tone)

She then proceeded to tell me off, and if I ever did it again, she'd throw the book at me. Then she let me go.

She let me go scott-free!

Best thing though, One of my friends driving the other car, got a fine for not wearing a seat-belt!

I've never even contemplated the pavement trick again.

And I never will. : )
( icezebra *insert large monkey*, Thu 8 Jan 2004, 15:35, Reply)