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About 3 years ago I bought a black AE86 RWD Corolla GT. I was severly addicted to all things Twincam. I had a MkI MR2, a FWD AE82 Corolla and a FWD AE92 Corolla....ALL IN BLACK. didn't set out to buy all black cars but just kinda happened that way (My 5 is also in black...whoopdeefuckingdoo)
Anywho, the day I picked it up I did the inevitable test drive with a mate of mine, Austin. With Austin harnessed into the passenger seat I proceeded to scare the living shit out of him on a blast up towards Sally Gap at around 11pm. I know the roads extremely well but I told him I'd never been up there before which added to the nervous smell of flatulence coming from Austins tortured stomach. After a while we eased off and headed back down towards the M50 to strech her legs a bit. At this point we swapped seats and handed the reigns to Austin. He hadn't a stich of insurance and later found out his license had expired! A bit irresponsible I know but it was the least I could do for him after scaring him senseless.
We set off up the Balinteer entry on tho the M50 heading north and with a clear runway ahead, opened up the taps. Before long we were topping 120 before easing off and driving at a more responsible speed! He turned off at the exit before the Firhouse roundabout to turn around over the flyover and come back the direction we came. They're not exactly roundabouts at the top of the flyover, more like 2 half ones. Anyone who knows that junction can vouch for it's lack of traction in almost all weather conditions. Austin approaches the first "roundabout", looks right. Nothing coming so engages second gear, dips the clutch, blips the throttle, re-engages and we go into a happy tail slide around it. Happy days! I hear you say...Well it would have been only for the fact that coming the other way was a member of our fine constabularly on his Honda.
SHIT!!
Austin took his eye off the ball and it followed the Garda. We were no longer looking at him through the driver's window...it was now the windscreen, such was the angle of the drift. He managed to get it back on track...just and we procceded down the road in one of those horrible tank slappers! Both our pairs of eyes were now glued to the rear view mirror to see if the Fuzz was following...he was!
Panicking now, Austin gently drove the Twinky down the entry ramp on the M50 now heading southbound at a leisurely 17.5 mph. He was concentrating so much on the rear view mirror that the near side wheels crossed over into the hard shoulder and we got that horrible thud-thud-thud going on.
"Now it looks like youre drunk, you f*cking eejit!", I said calmly.
Another 20 yards up the road and the Twincam's cabin was filtered in blue strobe lights and along with it came that sinking feeling. It was now my turn to fill up the cabin with a feint smell of poo.
Without saying a word, the Sam Browne belted figure walked straight past the open window around to the front of the car to check the windscreen's credentials...they're weren't any! A picture of the Eifiel Tower in place of the expired tax disc would have been just as valuable.
He walked back around tipped up his visor
"Have you your license with you?"
Austin shook his head.
"Are you insured to drive this car?"
Again Austin replied in the same manner.
"Youre car is out of tax...theres no NCT...and there's no insurance disc".
At this point I intervened.
"It's actually my car Guard and I just bought it today...just takng it for a little drive".
We're Fucked I thought!
Then there was a silence. He took a glance left and right, kneeled down to our level and said
"How much did you pay for it? My brother just bought one of these and I think he paid over the odds"
Stunned and searching for right words I muttered
"Em..e...em 8 grand even"
"Jesus that was good! My brother paid 12 for his and it's nowhere near as clean", he said.
We spent the next few minutes showing him around the car and generally talking shop. He was so unbelievably sound. He told us he had an Evo VI and came across as a true petrolhead who knew his stuff.
"I'll let yous go on this time lads but I don't want to have to catch you out again!"
He turns around and walks back to his bike while we breathed out a massive sigh of relief.
The best part was he didn't even ask me to drive the car home. Austin fired up the engine and off we pottered.
P.S. sorry about the uber long post but there's not much point in a watered down story, is there?
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