Mack I hears ya Back when I should have known better me and a few mates made the pilgrimage to Straddie for the annual Easter Red Eye Festival minus our rides. Got off the barge it was piss#ng down with rain and freezin , loaded up with food and alcohol on foot hitchin from Greenwhich to the sacred site at cylinder beach. Just as we are taking a vote on ditching the food supplies along comes a nice coupla gents in an old I think EH rattler. " Jump in Chaps we're going that way" We pile in overloading the car. Proceeded to go straight onto a muddy and slippery back road and out come the brown paper bags from which the driver and his partner took long thirsty pulls, we were hurtling along this boggy excuse for a goat track with the driver now clearly plastered and gaining speed and lack of control at a horredous rate with trees bearing down in all directions as the car slewed its way forward. Fortunately after a number of potentially fatal near misses we arrived at our destination, also sweaty and shaken. And very very lucky , anything could have happened and not just a prang. Flamin stupid in the extreme. Never get in a car with strangers Makes ya worry about yer own kids.