In the early 90's, I was working late one night, getting a load of quotes done. About 3am I ran out of cigarettes so decided to take a break and shoot out to the local all-night shop to get some.
En route to the shop, I'd just gone round a few sweeping bends when I saw what looked like a hedgehog in the road. I presumed he'd been hit already and was dead. So I carried on to the shop.
On the way back I saw that the hedgepig was now on the other side of the road - he was alive!
So I stopped the car and had a look at the little fella. He looked fairly OK apart from a crushed OSF foot. I guessed that has was probably more badly injured than I could tell but hey, he was still alive, so I decided to take him home and and get him looked at by a vet if he survived the night.
I picked him up to put him in the car but oh boy did he stink! Absolutely awful smell - so I put him in the boot of my car.
I set off for home, driving really slowly so that the little guy didn't get chucked about in the boot. I'm crawling round the sweeping bends at 5-10mph when suddenly a police car appears behind me. I tried to wave them past but they just followed for a minute or two and then tried to pull me over.
They put their blue lights on but I decided it wasn't safe to stop and that I'd get out of the bends first and then pull over in a bus stop which I knew was on the straight road ahead.
So there we were, having the world's slowest ever police chase.
After what seemed like an age we reached the bus stop and I pulled in. Two coppers got out and the one that did all the talking was a right sarky git.
"Good evening Mister Mansell, where's the fire?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Something wrong with your car?"
"No"
"Then why are you driving at 5mph and causing a hazard to other road users?"
"I'm on a mercy dash"
"Are you taking the piss son?"
etc ect.
Eventually I told them about 'Tripod the Hedgepig'. They had a look at him and then let me go.
I put him in a paddling pool in my garage for the night but he was dead in the morning.