The other day I mentioned that I'd been banned from the parcel of one of my neighbours on the island. An overzealous accelerator pedal, a grunty V8 and an uphill slope were jointly responsible.
I felt like I was flying until my Mustang remembered it was wasn't a plane. The slow-motion barrel-roll and subsequent carnage was spectacular.
Sitting down and contemplating the wreckage I realised that I'd been silly by taking my life in my hands and risking my neck by driving without due care and attention.
Next time, I aim to be better prepared. Or at least, better attired.
Yesterday Once More
17 hours ago