A lazy sun drenched Sunday on 25th April 6.20pm ended with a bang. Me, my wife and our seven month old daughter were driving in my long-term test car – a pearl white Nissan Cube – from a friends’ place in North Curry, Somerset, heading towards Thornfalcon. It’s a back road so narrow, but not narrow enough to slow down when something like a black Skoda pick-up comes the other way.
When said black Skoda is but 20-metres away from passing us, an arm appeared out the driver’s window and lobbed a stone/brick straight at my windscreen. They were a good shot as it hit exactly where my eyes were staring out. The screen shattered and rendered visibility almost nil. Luckily we had only been cruising at about 30mph otherwise it could have ended very differently. The screen had stayed intact so we didn’t have to pick shards from our eyebrows, but it was still a huge shock. It it weren’t for the fact we had to get Kitty-Mae home for bath/bed @ 6.30pm at my parent’s place, I would have stayed out searching for the thimble dicks who committed this act.
I recall the Skoda being R-reg, probably resprayed and it had a distinctive green painted front grille. Two occupants (not that you can fit any more in a pick-up). It’s been reported to the Police but, as of 10th May, I’ve heard nothing.
Should I gather the boys up and sniff out the scum and tickle ‘em with bats? Maybe. It’s times like this when you realise some people really are messed up. More than anything I’m brassed off that the delivery mileage Cube got hurt. Nissan are presently trying to source a new windscreen. No bodywork was damaged thankfully, but it made my late night drive down to Plymouth for a Fifth Gear film day a little difficult. There was about 2″ square of clear glass to stare out of for a 70 miles journey. I wouldn’t recommend it, but it was either that or take the train. As much as I like sitting down and watching scenery stream past over a can of warm 1664, I don’t fancy paying £104 for the privilege.