I had this strange experience the other day. Even now I find it hard to believe it actually happened. It was like this...
I was out for a drive. I'm new to the district and I was just motoring around, familiarising myself with the area.
So here I am, driving along a mountain road and taking it easy, enjoying the view. I saw some deer along the side of the road so I'm keeping one eye on them and driving slowly in case one of them decides to cross at just the wrong time.
This little sports car comes racing up from behind and roars past me. Someone was definitely in a hurry and that same someone wasn't watching the deer, because as the sports job zipped past me, there went a deer, running across the road.
My sporty friend jams on the brakes, swerves and manages to miss the deer, hits the accelerator again and promptly fishtails, banging the side of the car against a rock at the side of the road and coming to a halt.
Doing the right thing I pull up behind the sports car to make sure the driver is OK and to see if the idiot needs any help.
The aforesaid idiot gets out and Oh -- My - God.
She was a blonde, early twenties and stacked. And I mean stacked. She had boobs that stuck out to here, legs that wouldn't quit and everything on display.
Her top was one of those boob-tube things, and it was struggling to hold them in. There are mini-skirts and what they call micro-mini and you can guess which one she had opted for.
This woman was a real stunner. The sort of woman you expect to see in playboy, not standing in front of you.
Oh, yes. She was also in a state of shock. Trembling from the near miss and the subsequent accident.
Doing the good Samaritan bit I steered her off the road and around to the side of her car where I could inspect the damage for her. She was lucky. A nasty scratch and dent on the passengers door, but the damage was really only superficial. The car was fully drivable.
The driver was another thing entirely. Blondie was still shaking, and I didn't think it a good idea for her to get in and drive away just yet.
I sympathised with her over the accident, but told her quite firmly that I didn't think she should continue on until she had settled down quite a bit. If she drove like she was now she was just asking for another accident and she mightn't be so lucky next time.
"You're actually suffering from an adrenalin rush," I told her. "It's quite common after an accident or near accident and you really need to do something to let it drain away before you continue on."
"That's just great," she grumbled. "What do you suggest I do?"
"Well," I said, "all you need to do is......" I shut up them, trying to look a little embarrassed.
I started again. "It might be better if you just waited for half an hour. This will give you time to calm down and then you can be on your way."
