Cruising round Sydney one night back in the late 70s (I'm 52 now) and the alternator light comes on. Bugger..., have to pick up my girl at 11 so I'm trying to make it to my mates place near Maroubra cause its closer than my place and I know he's got a spare. Picture 70'Falcon GT with big wheels, lowered to the max, exhausts out each side under the sills, driving down Anzac Pde with no headlights to save power. Copper in Valiant charger (yep,this was the 70s )going the other way glares straight at me, bet he thinks Im pissed, he chucks a U turn ,comes after me. On goes the blue light, I don't stop,(looking for a hill or incline so I can clutch start the car after he books me) Finally after a km or so we find a hill and pull over opposite a big carpark. Copper gets out and conversation goes; .Why didnt you stop? Why no headlights? .Cars got a flat battery. had to find a hill. .Gee, those wheels look wide? And what about the ride height? .Yeah, I guess its a little bit low. .And what about the exhaust,I could hear you over 4 lanes of traffic! can you start it up? .I just told you its got a flat battery. .Well, Im just going to have to give you a defect sticker then. Copper then walks back to his car to get the defect book and at that exact moment the gods smiled upon me. The carpark was actually for the hotel in the next street and out roars this old Expensive Daewoo wagon, with about 8 or so piss heads crammed in it and the guy drives out ,over the gutter scraping and banging and to top it off this other fool sticks his head out the back window and screams out "ya mother****ers" at the top of his voice. Copper just looks at me and says "just get something done about that exhaust OK' runs back to his car and blasts off down the road after these other dudes. So lucky, they just couldnt have picked a better time to leave the pub. True story.....