So I guess the question on everybody's lips is: what with all that rain the other day when you were driving down to Wales, did you overdo it a bit going around a certain corner and spin your car off the road? And the answer? A resounding: Yes! So I guess I'm not quite the all-improved driver I sometimes like to think I am. But then...
You know what? Somebody up there likes me, because, as I was spinning through a hundred and eighty degrees and thinking, whoops there goes another thirteen hundred quid and in about half a millisecond my poor lovely Mazda will be seven kinds of bent out of shape and wrapped around a tree or crashing through a fence, some unseen hand guided that graceless curve and deposited me not in the nasty looking trees, nor into the stone wall, gate and front yard of a house, but into an area of soft muddy grass between the two - the only such area on that entire stretch of road - and brought me to a halt against a kindly tree stump that almost succeeded in preventing any sort of damage whatsoever; a little scratch on the bumper, a crack across a brake light, and a small dent on the rear end was all that I had to show for my 60 mph slide. Simply put: incredible. That could have been a thousand times worse. That should have been a total disaster. Like I say, somebody up there likes me. I must be the luckiest man alive...
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