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Sweet Revenge
Written by: Jerzy Kowalski, Poland
(posted on April 24, 2004)

Autumn 2003

My friend, Tadeuzs, was all the time shaking his head hearing about my passion to Hummers.. "What on earth is there so different, Hummer or Patrol or Landcruiser, all the same stuff.." he kept saying.

So, being fed up of his talks, I have spent one Saturday making a bit of investigation and found a neat pretty "hot" stony hill. To be frank, I made some test driving there, before taking John for a ride.

Then came a day of my revenge. Innocently enough with a stone face of a Sioux I suggested to John and his girl Ka to have a small week-end picnic in the woods, showing the necks of few bottles of red I knew his favorite brand. Not much tempting was needed, so we departed behaving ourselves on countryside asphalt roads, thenI turned to a forest road grunting ".. there should be some good picnic place somewhere here.." knowing well the path to my favorite peck-friend. The forest road ended in a foot of the hill and I turned the wheel without warning just towards the hillside wall that seemed to be virtually vertical. Ka was screaming: "what do you thing are you doing, you madman, wanna kill us all here.." Those were the last words I heard untill the finish - she just sat and her both hands were cramped white over the handles. The turbo was humming and blue sky was the only thing we saw. Just before the top I slowed down, it looked as if the engine had not enough power ..then kicked again and Hum tumbled over the top roaring and we were facing hair-rising cliff ending in a shallow swampy lake. Ka started banging on my shoulders by both fists "stop now!!"- too late, were already commenced down-hilling, must say quite nimble down-hilling. The descending was a bit too fast even to my taste and we started sliding last yards, then came a splash, wipers on, half burried in the muddy water like bathing rhino. But we moved, slowly but firmly to an opposite grassy bank,crossing fifty yards to the forest and turned key to off in the pretty clearing. Birds singing and the silence was nearly hurting.
"I said there should be some good place for a cicnic somewhere here"
"You knew it well, you filthy bastard" were the first words out of pale Ka´s face. John´s hand was not much safe pouring his favorite wine to glasses
"I deserved that" - eventually my reward.....