Hot pursuit
Okay, so its the day of Tom's birthday, and the gathering started finishing up at around 12ish and a bunch of us wanted to get down to civilisation and what better way than having Ant (aka Ambrose) drive. In fact there were about 7 applicants, and after a tedious selection stage only 4 made it: Ryan, Jeremy, Pip and I. Because really, a mirage with 8 people is not healthy. Barely Daniel's mother beast FWD can take that many. Anyway, cruising down, we stopped at windy point to take in the view, surrounded by cars with fogged up windows and what we assumed was a guy recieving oral favours possibly from another male. We soon left.
Headed for Hungry Jack's this time in the befamed Mitcham area, we ordered some refreshments and we arranged to meet the Toby. After having icecream cone fights with Pip, we waited out in the carpark till the ex-Mercedes-now-PAC-man showed up in a Beamer. Not just him by the way, about 5 hardcore vehicles had now arrived in hardcore fashion. We talked to Toby for a bit then decided to leave. As we got in the hardcore mofo's walked provokingly close to our car, clearly looking for trouble. Pulling out onto the main road we looked back and it seemed Toby was being followed by the uberfags. We pulled over so Toby could get in. He did not feel pressured in any way, casually jogging to the car not even looking back, what a bloke. He got in and made sure he gave them the finger as we left. This provoked some anger.
We drove up to Tobb's place where we tried to call for back up, but no-one answered. At least Toby was safe and we now drove back down, passing Hungry Jack's once more, but we couldn't really see anyone. As we came along the bend in front of Mercedes however, we noticed one car with a broken headlight had a unusual interest in us, following us closely. This car was joined by a silver lancer, which we recognised from the HJ car park. The game was on.
In an effort to box us in, the lancer made a sudden dash and was now in front of us, while the other car was still behind. Along fullarton road we were with adrenalin pumping through our veins. We made a quick turn left in order to lose them. The shitbox car followed, and not long after the lancer had also made it back. Narrow side streets were raced down at high speeds and it was really only the lancer that had the power to keep up. Ant made took a roundabout at amazing speed, increasing the distance between us and the tossbanks. We tried to avoid any traffic lights and the now reached Unley high where we turned left at the roundabout. They had caught up and again the lancer went out in front and then braked in front of us. But Ant was too quick and jumped into the right hand lane and quickly turned right. The pursuit was on again. What these wankers wanted was unclear. What was clear however, was that they were looking for trouble. We made to Unley road, where we were faced with traffic lights. Yoink. We decided to call the police because raging homosexuals were being waaay too homosexual for our liking. The police's advice was to get to a police station, which we had already figured out for ourselves anyway. Still being closely followed, we were faced with a red lights at the unley, greenhill intersection. Ant turned left as this was our only-non-stopping-option and an instant U-turn allowed us to go left again at the same intersection, heading straight into town. Luckily the fagmunchers were faced with oncoming traffic and thus had to wait. Sucked in. As soon as we approaced wakefield, I think they got the hint and they ceased their pursuit.
At the police station, Ryan made a statement. We had taken the Lancer's registration number so we gave that. The police can't really do much, as they didn't cause any damage or anything. Really they should be charged for being absolute fuckwits full stop. Anyway, we went to Bec's place, where I then ordered a taxi and went home. I got home at about 2, then I played Counter-Strike till 3:15. Lol. I am only moderatly tired. Well that was my share of action for the weekend. Tonight Mum's hosting an Enjo party, so shoot me.
De ballen
Headed for Hungry Jack's this time in the befamed Mitcham area, we ordered some refreshments and we arranged to meet the Toby. After having icecream cone fights with Pip, we waited out in the carpark till the ex-Mercedes-now-PAC-man showed up in a Beamer. Not just him by the way, about 5 hardcore vehicles had now arrived in hardcore fashion. We talked to Toby for a bit then decided to leave. As we got in the hardcore mofo's walked provokingly close to our car, clearly looking for trouble. Pulling out onto the main road we looked back and it seemed Toby was being followed by the uberfags. We pulled over so Toby could get in. He did not feel pressured in any way, casually jogging to the car not even looking back, what a bloke. He got in and made sure he gave them the finger as we left. This provoked some anger.
We drove up to Tobb's place where we tried to call for back up, but no-one answered. At least Toby was safe and we now drove back down, passing Hungry Jack's once more, but we couldn't really see anyone. As we came along the bend in front of Mercedes however, we noticed one car with a broken headlight had a unusual interest in us, following us closely. This car was joined by a silver lancer, which we recognised from the HJ car park. The game was on.
In an effort to box us in, the lancer made a sudden dash and was now in front of us, while the other car was still behind. Along fullarton road we were with adrenalin pumping through our veins. We made a quick turn left in order to lose them. The shitbox car followed, and not long after the lancer had also made it back. Narrow side streets were raced down at high speeds and it was really only the lancer that had the power to keep up. Ant made took a roundabout at amazing speed, increasing the distance between us and the tossbanks. We tried to avoid any traffic lights and the now reached Unley high where we turned left at the roundabout. They had caught up and again the lancer went out in front and then braked in front of us. But Ant was too quick and jumped into the right hand lane and quickly turned right. The pursuit was on again. What these wankers wanted was unclear. What was clear however, was that they were looking for trouble. We made to Unley road, where we were faced with traffic lights. Yoink. We decided to call the police because raging homosexuals were being waaay too homosexual for our liking. The police's advice was to get to a police station, which we had already figured out for ourselves anyway. Still being closely followed, we were faced with a red lights at the unley, greenhill intersection. Ant turned left as this was our only-non-stopping-option and an instant U-turn allowed us to go left again at the same intersection, heading straight into town. Luckily the fagmunchers were faced with oncoming traffic and thus had to wait. Sucked in. As soon as we approaced wakefield, I think they got the hint and they ceased their pursuit.
At the police station, Ryan made a statement. We had taken the Lancer's registration number so we gave that. The police can't really do much, as they didn't cause any damage or anything. Really they should be charged for being absolute fuckwits full stop. Anyway, we went to Bec's place, where I then ordered a taxi and went home. I got home at about 2, then I played Counter-Strike till 3:15. Lol. I am only moderatly tired. Well that was my share of action for the weekend. Tonight Mum's hosting an Enjo party, so shoot me.
De ballen
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