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this time in france, headed north on the a6 towards paris from boat and skiing, at excellent speed to make lunch in centre ville, when the overtaken white peugeot estate car on the inside suddenly turns on a flashing blue light. Arg.
Anchors on, it seems politic to fall behind for the regulation handing over of some euros. Except the estate car doesn,t stop, but carries on at about 65mph with light still flashing. Did he mean me? i wonder, and make to pull out. He covers my move, seems determined to stay ahead. Yep, he meant me. Dang. His blue light is flashing but it is inside his car. Bit weird.
A mile later i am still like a lamb to slaughter trundling up the motorway behind M Flic. Large lorry ahead and the peugeot overtakes it, but i am still behind, just as the junction of A5 motorway looms, and realising i am out of vision the white estate car hovers over the chevrons to make sure i stay on the a6 and don,t turn off.
I must say that up until that second i hadn,t considered an escape - but he seems to have rejoined the slow lane just a touch too soon. The kids in the back seat erupt as the opportunity arises GO dad and erm, i hang a fast right onto the a5 leaving Clouseau on the A6.
Now a fugitive in a flippin loan car, we rip along the mway to exit next junction, onto N6, drive around fontainebleau, back to A6, then panic as the mway slows - obviously intent on catching us they have put in a giant roadblock er well maybe, so off to the N20 and we eventually hide in paris.
The kids are jubilant at this most exciting car journey they have ever had, swmbo a bit too blase at plotting the escape route i think, i wonder if we should burn the car, and am still sensitive to any sirens.
Three days later and still in paris in an internet caff it might be safe to attempt a return in the car currently stashed in underground car park....
My defence at this stage is that it was all a bit er poissony, with unmarked police car not stopping us immediately and i panicked, votre worship, and er well anyway...
Is this all pretty normal stuff for middle age?
Anchors on, it seems politic to fall behind for the regulation handing over of some euros. Except the estate car doesn,t stop, but carries on at about 65mph with light still flashing. Did he mean me? i wonder, and make to pull out. He covers my move, seems determined to stay ahead. Yep, he meant me. Dang. His blue light is flashing but it is inside his car. Bit weird.
A mile later i am still like a lamb to slaughter trundling up the motorway behind M Flic. Large lorry ahead and the peugeot overtakes it, but i am still behind, just as the junction of A5 motorway looms, and realising i am out of vision the white estate car hovers over the chevrons to make sure i stay on the a6 and don,t turn off.
I must say that up until that second i hadn,t considered an escape - but he seems to have rejoined the slow lane just a touch too soon. The kids in the back seat erupt as the opportunity arises GO dad and erm, i hang a fast right onto the a5 leaving Clouseau on the A6.
Now a fugitive in a flippin loan car, we rip along the mway to exit next junction, onto N6, drive around fontainebleau, back to A6, then panic as the mway slows - obviously intent on catching us they have put in a giant roadblock er well maybe, so off to the N20 and we eventually hide in paris.
The kids are jubilant at this most exciting car journey they have ever had, swmbo a bit too blase at plotting the escape route i think, i wonder if we should burn the car, and am still sensitive to any sirens.
Three days later and still in paris in an internet caff it might be safe to attempt a return in the car currently stashed in underground car park....
My defence at this stage is that it was all a bit er poissony, with unmarked police car not stopping us immediately and i panicked, votre worship, and er well anyway...
Is this all pretty normal stuff for middle age?
