I once drove a car full of young ladies from an excavation down to the phone box (days before mobiles). As i pulled in, I was turning around to chat and promptly managed to dump the car in the MASSIVE and completely covered by grass drainage gully outside the vicarage.
The damn thing was upended comically and we had to do a Dukes of Hazzard to get out.
It took 3 flagged down local vehicles of steadily increasing size to yank it out, eventually a tractor and a chain. A passing motorcycle gang decided to stop (it was near the pub), get drinks and have a good laugh. None of the feckers helped.
It finally got catapulted out, landed and we pushed it around the corner to the vicarage and dumped it then went and got sozzled.
But my car was magnificent, and once I'd cleaned out all the mud from the engine bay the next morning, it started up first time.
For several years I was known in that pub as 'that twat who parked his car vertically in the big ditch.'
It got me some free drinks though.
The damn thing was upended comically and we had to do a Dukes of Hazzard to get out.
It took 3 flagged down local vehicles of steadily increasing size to yank it out, eventually a tractor and a chain. A passing motorcycle gang decided to stop (it was near the pub), get drinks and have a good laugh. None of the feckers helped.
It finally got catapulted out, landed and we pushed it around the corner to the vicarage and dumped it then went and got sozzled.
But my car was magnificent, and once I'd cleaned out all the mud from the engine bay the next morning, it started up first time.
For several years I was known in that pub as 'that twat who parked his car vertically in the big ditch.'
It got me some free drinks though.
