Another time, we were driving to this absolutely tiny town in the middle of nowhere to catch up with some girls my friend knew. These two cars drove past us, then quickly swerved off the road and turned around behind us. This guy popped out of the passenger side window and started yelling, holding his fist up against his head... I have no Idea what that was meant to signify, although I can guess. They followed us around for about twenty minutes until we took some backroads and finally lost them. it was like a scene from "Deliverance", I half expected "Duelling Banjo's" to come on the radio.
Free from our pursuers, my friends crappy car decided to give up the ghost and broke down. Not sure where to go for help in such a tiny town, and too low on funds to pay for assistance, we walked to the house of the girls we were to meet. After explaining the situation, they said that there was a mechanic's auto shop further into town, and that they may be able to help us. So we walked there, and to our chagrin, recognised the two cars parked nearby as those of our pursuers. Panicking slightly, we turned a corner and walked into a crowd of about twenty "Friggers", Australian for rednecks, basically. They recognised us as the outsiders they'd chased, predominately due to our lack of cowboy hats and flannelet, and started chiding us. We sheepishly asked for some assistance, mainly some oil. They started getting really rough, pushing my friends and spitting tirades of abuse at them.
I was amazed at our sheer bad luck. What were the odds that the only people who could help us were those who had earlier engaged in an unmitigated pursuit with us, and by proxy, were the reason our car, overworked, had died.
For some reason, which they attributed to my tangled birdnest of an afro, they seemed quite partial to me, but those sentiments didn't extend to my friends. After pleading with them, they finally agreed to help, on two conditions: !) My friends buy them a slab of beer for their troubles, and 2) That my friends leave their left shoe behind. I, thankfully, was exempt from this. We dutifully agreed, and adhered to their demands, got our oil and left unscathed, minus two left shoes.
These morons seemed to have the run of the town, and they could have done anything they wanted to us, the town doesn't even have any police. We were thankful to get away unharmed, and vowed never to ever set foot in the town again.