'Cos I was a terrible driver in those days ( had the same instructor as Dant ) and used to put my foot flat on the gas and remember Holy Name. Anything that got in my way was history.

I reversed into a tree during my first driving test ( in East Dulwich) but the second time round I wore a pretty dress and passed.

I menaced the streets of London ,with my little car packed with premies ,from that moment on. ( how many premies can you fit in a baked bean can? ) The premies knew they were dependent on Maharaji's grace and huddled together in frozen terror and shared relieved Satsang when they arrived at their destinations.

So, yeah, now you mention it ,I remember that race ! Shot past you like a rocket I did ,to a chorus of cheers.