What modelling projects do you think you'll never build or see?

[PR19_Kit]

When I was looking for a replacement for my LPG powered Zafira, which had exploded rather permanently, I searched for a Signum as I liked their size and their power. Club members had suggested I look for the SAAB engined 2 litre Turbo as it was miles more reliable than the Vauxhall engined 2.2 litre but I only found two of them locally.

I went off for a test drive in one at a dealers nr Cardiff and the car looked OK, so off we went. Approaching along the top leg of a T junction, a guy in a van ignored our presence and just drove out of the T leg! Faced with his door not too far away I gave the brake pedal a hefty shove, and nothing happened..............

Turning the wheel rather rapidly to the left, I yanked on the handbrake and slung the car into the T leg of the junction! The dealer yelled 'What the hell are you doing?' and I said 'I'm saving our lives, and the van driver's too!'

We had to get a truck to tow us back, and no I DIDN'T buy that Signum!

[steelpillow]

Did I tell this here already?

Woke up one morning, my head going scrape-bump-scrape-bump.... Opened my eyes and it was a tarmac wall with a concrete kink, took a second or so to realise it was a kerb and I must have fallen over while riding to work. I had taken a familiar sharp S bend, fortunately nice and slow, and nodded off half way round. Skid lid and bike were barely scratched, but ruined the jacket.

[zenrat]

My father, the future Dean of Engineering, dismantled and then rebuilt his younger brother's bicycle.  Only he "forgot" to put the brakes back together...

By accident, or by malicious design?

Depends if you ask my Father or my Uncle.   

[Weaver]

Did I tell this here already?

Woke up one morning, my head going scrape-bump-scrape-bump.... Opened my eyes and it was a tarmac wall with a concrete kink, took a second or so to realise it was a kerb and I must have fallen over while riding to work. I had taken a familiar sharp S bend, fortunately nice and slow, and nodded off half way round. Skid lid and bike were barely scratched, but ruined the jacket.

Sounds familiar...

I once kinda woke up with a thought process like this:

"Mmm, don't want to wake up, but this bed's kinda uncomfortable. It's cold and rough and doesn't give much...."

"This bit's nicer though: it's rounded and smooth and sits on top of the rough stuff. It reminds me of something... hmmm...."

"Oh yeah, I know what it reminds me of. It reminds me of the white lines in the middle of the road...."

<two second pause for computational purposes>

"SH*T!!!"

Followed by a reflexive speed crawl out of the middle of the A6, across the pavement, and up the wall of a pub, before gravity won and spun me around to slump down the wall, hyperventillating at the sight of my bike lying on it's side in the middle of the road...

You know those cats that get hit by a car and keep running until something physically stops them and only then do they die? I think I have an inkling of how that feels now...