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Do ghosts drive British sportscars?
  Do they prefer haunting drafty old farmhouses?
Or trendy downtown lofts?

  This is a TRUE STORY!   (1997): A few years ago, Billy   Kanoodle , a scruffy-looking chicken farmer who lives in Trois-Pistoles, Quebec, was hitchhiking down the Dewittville sideroad towards Rockburn. It was a very dark night, and he suddenly got caught in the midst of a very strong rainstorm.
The night was rolling on and no cars were going by, so he stopped walking and took shelter under a roadside tree. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly a rusty old blue MG-B sportscar (with the top up, of course) slowly appeared out of the darkness, slowwwly coming towards him. It then stopped. Billy, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, jumped in the car and closed the door. As he went to thank the driver. he immediately realized that there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!
The car started moving slowly. Billy looked at the road and saw the curve at Gowan road approaching. Scared, he started to hyperventilate, and became afraid for his life.
'Gad! If I get out of this alive, I'll NEVER ride in a British roadster again!', he thought. Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the wheel. Paralysed with terror, Billy watched how the hand appeared and magically steered the sportscar every time they came to a curve.

Billy soon saw the lights of the Rockburn Pub down the road. So, gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of tequila and a chaser of Pinoqachole. He then started rambling on, telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just gone through.
A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and... wasn't drunk.
About 15 minutes later, Tony King walked into the Pub.

He was also wet and out of breath. Looking around, Tony quickly spied Billy   Kanoodle sobbing at the bar.
Astonished, Tony shouted to the bartender: 'Migod, it's HIM!
That's the $#%* idiot that jumped into my MG-B while I was pushing it!'

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