Beep beep beep!

[Rorty]

A young petrolhead was blasting along some of the back roads near his home town when he came around a bend and saw an old red Austin Mini stopped at the side of the road.

As he approached, he noticed an arm protruding from the driver's window, madly waving a large handkerchief.

Being young and ignorant of the international signal for an invalid in distress, he pulled over to see what was going on.

He walked up to the driver and leant one arm on the roof of the car. "Wasup!" He said.

"Oh thank you, thank you" said the obviously anguished woman. "I'm disabled and I'm worried there's something the matter with my hand-control brakes, so I thought it best to pull over until help arrived and I can have them checked out".

"If you like I can give you a tow to a garage". The young guy offered.

"Oh that would be wonderful!" she said "…to Johnson's Garage on the other side of town, if that's alright?"

"No worries." said the young revhead as he began pulling a long tangled rope from the back of his 300 ZX.

He soon had the old dear's car tied securely to his and he walked up to the woman again and said "OK, that's us ready. Now if I'm going a little too fast for you, just blast your horn and I'll slow down a bit".

The woman smiled thankfully at him, rolled up her window and fastened her seatbelt.

The young man jogged back to his car and jumped in. He fired up the Nissan, turned the stereo on and pulled back onto the road.

The stereo was pumping out the Foo Fighters and before long he had settled back into the groove, blasting along some of his favourite twisty roads and totally oblivious to the old lady swinging from side to side on the end of the rope behind him.

A couple of policemen were out and about on their shiny mountain bikes, making their presence known around town, stopping occasionally to chat with some of the townsfolk.



Suddenly a dark blue Nissan 300 ZX came roaring up the main street at a hell of a lick, the air pressure knocking one of the cops off his bicycle. The other cop quickly straightened his bike helmet and screamed into his lapel mic "Cycle One to Base! Cycle One to Base!"

"Yes Cycle One…" came a lazy reply "what is it?"

"Sarge, Sarge, get a car down here quick! It's that Wilson boy... he's racing through the town again… must be doing at least a hundred and ten! And Sarge, you aren't going to believe what else".

"OK Cycle One…" came the slightly more interested voice "What the hell is going on down there?"

"Sarge…" stammered the incredulous cop, "he's being chased by a little old lady in a Mini, blasting her horn like crazy and trying to pull out and pass him!"

[masterfabr]

I've been towed like that.Very funny! Well it is now anyway.At the time though------- [smilie=big_explode.gif] *

[renegadespec1]

Back in my stockcar days
There was an event at the end of the season they had what they called a tandem race where they chained/towstrapped 2 cars together...we used a 30,000 pound lift sling for ours, They only checked the lead car for spec.... * * *
They never checked the second car ...Lead car class stock leagal bomber...305 2bbl carb turbo 350...second car...GUTTED... CAGED BOMBER...with LS7 454...built turbo 454...locked rear end
I pushed lead car down the striaghts...he did the braking...we won 4 of these events before we got teched