Road Block

Me: Evening officer.
Officer (shining torch into my eyes): How are you guys doing tonight?
Me: Baie Lekker and self?
Officer: Where are you coming from?
Leon: The beachfront
This was not the smoothest answer and with our general stumbling and slurrying the nice police officers did not need to get the detectives in to work out if we had been drinking.
Leon had started a brief but animated conversation with George, which is generally a good indication that the night had past its peak and we should head home. My car now has a new trick of not wanting to go home, I go out and it refuses to start (the problem started after a swimming incident), to get her to start I need to hot wire it, which is intresting to do when you have a car gaurd behind you asking you for money. So after all this and leon stripping the interior of my car looking for his keys we are on our way.
Knowing that Table View has a large population of drinking boy races who like to drag up and down in there BMW's and Vtecs we decided to take the back roads. This in itself was stupid cos I have only ever seen road blocks on the "back roads", you live and learn.
So we come over the hill and there is a road block, in my mind its more mobile court, but its a little fuzzy. With the shot of adrenaline I do a little postive negative assesment of the situation. On the negative side, we are over the limit, my car is not discrete, my car will not start if I turn it off and my drivers window has blown a fuse so will not open. So I would have to stop at the roadblock, then get out to chat to the cops. This would not have been very smooth, and so not wanting to waste anyones time I decided to park on the closest front lawn. Very smoothly we jumped out and walked quickly and confidently away from the car back to the party.
Dispite the cool factor that would be to have another beer, we were pretty keen to get home and so attempted to walk home. This meant walking past the abandoned car, totally ignoring it and then going past the road block. Resulted in or little chat to the police, who wished us a safe walk home.
We got fedup with walking though and within 5 minutes had phoned L's sister for a lift.