I'd taken four lads to the top to ride downhill (it's what they do,makes them happy and gives me another excuse to play offroad). I decided to take a short cut coming down,leaving the stone track to cut off a dog leg so I would rejoin the track lower down the mountain.I've done it often enough before but that day I stupidly forgot to take into account the three days heavy rain we'd had. As soon as I got on the grass (well grazed by sheep and as it turned out slippy as hell) the Doka was off.The BFG ATs had absolutely no grip and I careered straight down the hillside aquaplaning on the mud.Using the brakes and/or gears was useless. I took off over a small hill,luckily in a straight line.
I was heading towards the lower track at 90 degrees and knew I'd probably jump it at that speed and would then continue down the slope beyond to smash into the farmhouse at the bottom so I tried steering to the right in order to end up going down the stone track when I did hit it.At least,I thought, I could use my brakes to pull up before some stone buildings. The Doka had other ideas and turned left so now I was sliding sideways at speed towards the track.I could only think that we would roll as soon as we hit the track but miraculously the tyres gripped and the vehicle stopped without flipping over. was this thanks to the low centre of gravity?
The boys had been waiting about 50yards away and were convinced (as was I) that both the VW and driver were gonners.As it was I just turned the key and drove up to them, shaking but intact. The bowel-emptying moment only hit me some hours later.A local shepherd who came by on his Quadbike gave me a good rollicking which was fair enough,but I was feeling pretty embarassed anyway.

I guess what I'm hoping is that this serves as a timely reminder with even wetter weather on the way to check the terrain before venturing off road.I work in the country and am offroad as much as I am on and have been for at least ten years in various vehicles.A poor decision could easily have been my last. As soon as I left the track that day I knew it was a mistake and I was virtually powerless to control my vehicle once it was moving. I'm lucky to have escaped unscathed and much wiser- and more importantly my syncro survived to play another day.