Originally Posted By Spanner Juggler
I never forgot that little story, didn't save me from even one 'whack' but I always recalled it, normally just as a tree appeared in front of the bonnet ;-).

My brother used to live up a forest road in Northern NSW. He used to say that he had to be careful coming back from town because if the trees had had too much to drink they sometimes wandered onto the road without looking to see if he was coming scared

Peter

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