Originally Posted by
wildheart
Many years ago I was working at Thorpe Park (doing roofs), mid 1980's during the day we watched Michael Hazelwood the British water skier practicing on the lake. Anyhow I digress. On the way home south bound on the M25, in my mates 2.0 Ford Capri, we noticed a car pulled over on the hard shoulder. A female was a tempting to change a flat tyre drivers side at the rear. She was wearing a short skirt that was not covering her modesty as she bent over, no under garments existed. Now this stretch of the M25 near M3 has four lanes, all of the vehicles in all the lanes (I presume driven by males) decided to stop, it was like a scene from the Dukes of Hazard. Cars were veering across four lanes of traffic, the air was full of burnt rubber and smoke as dozens of car drivers decided to become knights in shinning armour. My mate was looking across me while trying to control a full lock skid. It was carnage, how no one died I'll never know, as we looked back I could see cars reversing back up the hard shoulder to toward the distressed maiden. You had to be there:eagerness: