Now, the Lizard, being the rebellious reptile that he is, was of course not wearing a seat belt! When the vehicle had turned over on contact with the first trees, the Lizard had found himself on the car’s roof lining. As the twisted remains of the Porsche made its way back to earth the branches of the trees had detonated the airbags. However as the Lizard was no longer where the designers of the vehicle had imagined most passengers to be, he completely missed them as he was propelled at great speed into the reinforced windscreen. We tried to make contact with him but at this point only the Lizard’s body was with us, Johnny was somewhere else (most likely in a ‘Redneck’ bar down in ‘Good Ole Nashville’ sipping Jack Daniels and kicking ass)! There was blood everywhere, and the smell of sulphur explosive from the airbags combined with the petrol gushing from the freshly refuelled tanks created a very threatening scene. Tas had joined me by this point and with his help we managed to force the sunroof far enough back to lower the inanimate body of the Lizard back to terra firma. As his feet hit the forest floor his brain reconnected with his body and he climbed towards the light and the safety of the road. “You OK Johnny?” “Yeah, yeah, just a scratch!” The blood continued to flow effortlessly from the deep gash in the Lizard’s head. As the effects of his out of body trip to the Southern States wore off, he was carted off in the waiting ambulance to the nearest hospital. Tas and I tried to follow the speeding ambulance to its destination, but failed. When we eventually joined Johnny at his hospital bedside he was quick to point out that we were “Gits! Unable to keep up with an ambulance!” That evening after discharging himself, under protests from the doctors, Johnny walked into the hotel lobby looking like something from WWII, covered in blood and suitably bandaged. He calmly took off his shirt, asked if it could be washed and ordered a bottle of Champagne. The next morning’s headline in the German press, not known for their sense of humour, read, “We know the Porsche is fast but we didn’t know it could fly.”