Now I've thought a bit...
The Landie (landrover) that I crashed in. The defender 90 pickup, diesel. Only slightly overloaded coming back from the builders merchants, probably weighing about 4 tons total, so going nice and gently, 20mph, or so. Not a car to be driven at speed empty, let alone like that. So about a mile from home, on the little twisty country road, the one I've driven so many hundred times I could do it blindfold, I come to a corner by a farm.
Bettet slow down for the corner. Off road tyres, and a thick layer of mud put me in a nice skid. How about going round it? Nope. Wheels turn, car doesn't. So I decide to crash....
Through the hedge. Slowed it down nicely, so I didn't hit the wall too hard. Just enough to push it over.
It is hard to believe how stupid you feel, crashing at slow speed, on a familiar road, and doing enough damage to write off a small car. Not a broken headlight, or noticeable new dent*. I almost died, as I was laughing so hard I could scarcley breathe. And I manged to stall a diesel, I was that distracted. Drove home, unloaded the thing, then went back round to apologise, when I could hold a straight face again.



* Note to Americans, and all those unfamiliar with landies. They have been manafactured in very much the same shape for 50something years, which is a solidly built box. They are manafactured to be, from new,

At least 20 years old,
Mud coloured, and coated,
Dented, scraped, etc