MINDLESS MUSINGS

It was one of Wayne’s shitbox cars again. We were both drunk after a session with the boys at The Vic on the Park hotel. Driving home Wayne decided he wanted to have a little fun in the rain around Mackey Park. I still have no idea what exactly he was trying to do. He would drive up the steep hill that was Premier Street, do a sharp U-turn, then drive along Carrington Road; turn into Richardson crescent and spin the wheel side to side. Like I said I have no idea what he was trying to achieve and I have no idea why I didn’t tell him to stop it. Luckily it was late and there were no other cars around

He had already performed this strange manoeuvre twice and was driving up Richardson Crescent for the third time. He was spinning the wheel form side to side and we were zig-zagging up the road. This time the rain did its job and the wheels seemed to lose all traction. We were spinning out of control and it seemed to me that we spun at least two 360s.

Suddenly we straightened up and were headed straight for Mackey Park. The terrifying part was that we were way up Premier Crescent and were heading for a very steep hill down into Mackey Park; the flimsy wire fence could do precious little to prevent us from plummeting down the hill and slamming into the turf below.

By some miracle the car stopped just before we hit the fence. I say miracle but I am pretty sure it was the gutter that prevented us from a serious crash. Sing hallelujah for gutters! I reckon the wheels must have been buckled from the impact and I didn’t give a shit. I was just overjoyed that the potential plummet had been averted.

I remember having to pry my hands from the dash board; I was holding it so tight.

I think I managed to utter “you idiot” and that was all.

We drove silently home and I do not know what damage was done to the car. I was just glad to make it home in one piece. “Fuck the car” was my sentiment.