Me and the guys were cool and cruising,
in my mate Robin's new car.
The cops had slapped a defect notice on it,
and so it was decided we wouldn't venture far.
With Robin at the wheel and I alongside in front,
we headed via back-roads out to an old dirt track.
There was Dale and Steve and Joe and Andy,
and they were all squashed up in the back.
Six teenage boys intent on adventure,
when we finally found dirt road to suit.
I can't recall whose idea it was but Joe and Andy,
were encouraged to climb out onto the boot.
Robin kicked the throttle the car springing off its mark,
fish tailing and raising clouds of dust as it sped upon its way.
I could hear the sound of Joe and Andy screaming,
but I couldn't make out what they were trying to say.
Now some way down the road yells and laughter,
still coming from the guys riding out on the back.
Robin saw the road had been washed away,
a two foot ravine cutting right across the track.
Robin reacted swiftly and stomped hard upon the brake,
I expected to see a cloud of dust but clear as day instead,
Was the startled face of Andy as he did a springing handstand,
from the hood to a perfect landing twenty yards ahead.
Now Joe was a considerably bigger guy,
and depressed indent of roof gave me several tips.
Until Joe slid out onto the windscreen,
giving a human impression of a daytime partial eclipse.
Two thoughts forever are stuck with me ever since that day,
would we have laughed so hard if Robin missed timed the pedal,
But the other one that really haunts and plagues my mind,
Could Andy's stunt have won him an Olympic gold medal.
The events are true.... it happened.
