White Lightning
Driving home last night (11pm), there was a white late 80′s celica type car in front of me going sooooo slow but almost taking up two lanes. To myself, I say, “what’s going on – this guy’s been at the pub”. When it was safe to overtake, I pulled up in the lane next to the car and had a quick glance – this frail, grey-haired old man was putt-putting along in this sports car – the best bit – on the side of the door were printed the words – “WHITE LIGHTNING”. I nearly wet my pants….
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Just realised hat I had been subscribing to your old blog feeds, just when I thought I was tech savvy. Oh no shazza you are not.
How great is that! I saw one just like it the other day, driving home. It was a guy who had picked up his old mum in his seriously hotted-up car. All I saw as they went around the round about in front of us was his mums eyes and hat because she was sitting so low in the seat.
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