[Groupermadness]

This story happened a while ago in Brisbane, and even though it sounds
like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true. John Bradford, a Sydney University
student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very
dark night and in the midst of a storm. The night was rolling on and no
car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet
ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car slowly coming towards him and
stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got
in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind
the wheel and the engine wasn't on!



The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road and saw a curve
approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then,
just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and
turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand
appeared every time they came to a curve. John saw the lights of a pub
down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to
it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of
tequila. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience
he went through.



A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying
and....wasn't drunk.



About 15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were
also wet and out of breath. Looking around and seeing John Bradford
sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, "Look, Bruce.. here's the
f***+ng idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it."