the drive from hell
my mate used to have a flatbed truck of some sort (well his dad did) and could easily fit ten people in it to drive up one of the old farm tracks, get stoned and play top trumps.

hey we lived in a little village in the late 80's there was nothing else to do apart from play conkers using suger beet

So one day we are all waiting to be picked up and have had a wee drinkie and a smoke or two and the lift turns up!

hurrah, everyone piles in and I decide to climb in the back rather than side. just as i get one leg in the back and lift the other up someone bangs on the cab roof and we shoot off up the road, I go falling backwards and spent the next 200 metres being held in the truck by my ankles while I dangle out the back and screamed like a motherfucker!

2nd closest to death I have ever been.
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:10, Reply)