Stop, look, listen... or something like that.
We'd been down the rec. messing about on our bikes; probably doing gert skids and mega wheelies and jumps that were massive enough to make Evel Knievel green with envy, but tea time was imminent and we had to race home to avoid the wrath of Mum.

The exit sloped down to the road, and the road was mostly quiet, as were all the roads in our humble little village. I followed the others out of the park and watched them pedal straight onto the road ahead, so didn't even consider that it wasn't safe to do likewise.

In my memory the distance between me and the front grill of the tatty old Land Rover was a matter of millimetres. It was most definitely only a matter of seconds between me only being shouted at a bit by an irate farmer, and me becoming a twitching, bloodied hood ornament for his decrepit old motor.

I'm pretty sure I always adopted the stop, look, listen approach to crossing roads from there on.
( Moey, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 12:45, 2 replies)

Oooooohh,
I loooooooove the full stop after the abbreviated word "rec.", so rarely seen in this day and age. Thanks, you just made this Puntuation Nazi cum in his pants.
(Rsoles, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 19:49, closed)

"the wrath of Mum"
just made me think "Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" - i think I need to get out more
(thereisnopoons until, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 23:53, closed)