Death of the Maxi, part two

...Within seconds there were about six or so people scurrying around the car, chalking the road and stuff. We'd picked the right place to crash - the pub across the road was called the Old Dog. It was full of off duty policemen and women - probably playing darts so they had the old chalk ready for just such an occasion. The fully clothed policemen rolled up a few minutes later - thinking about it now I seemed to have this knack of writing off my cars close to policepersons on the 6th November...

Surrealism. I was standing at the back end of the Maxi. The car was a right off, no question about it, the policeman with clothes on was asking me leading questions when my mind froze for a moment and surveyed the surreal scene that had unfolded before me. There were a bunch of largish people with pint glasses, standing in groups with chalk filled pockets, obviously commenting on how lucky it was that the crash happened just outside the pub, there was a police car with flashing lights, the lights earily dancing about the twisted metal that was once my soul twin, the Maxi. linked forever in my mind with its nemesis, the Austin Allegro. Funny that brother would kill brother in such a kamikaze fashion. The driver of this modern day Zero was dancing about on one foot, hopping from one conversation to another, a victim of a brake pedal no doubt.

To top it all, there was Karen, my beloved, my only partner now, chatting and laughing with a huge Policeman as though nothing had happend. Thoughts of GHSWP filled my mind at that moment.