story:

Cruising down the freeway at 100+ in the right lane, spot this old dude slowing down as he comes down the Erindale onramp.. then he just casually chucks a uturn across 3 lanes. I have a massive pants moment in the starlet trying to brake, the rear right which I have been meaning to fix locks on and I'm effectively doing a handbrake turn at 100km/hr. I manage to avoid trashing the dude as does half a dozen other cars. I pull over, bolt up to his car which is on the side of the road and rip the keys out, old dude looks at me in surprise then passes out on the steering wheel. He had those little sticky things all up his arms that they put into you when you have a drip in hospital. I call 000 and whilst Im still on the phone to them popo who just happen to be coming down the freeway approach so I wave em down. They come over and they are all like "are you ok? Whats your name? can you tell me what year it is?"

Apparently its 2010

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