OK -this goes back to c.1986-when I lived in New Pitsligo or Cyaak (local) where I was contracted for a house removal from Strichen Mill to Banff. I had a 20ft. container on the back of a flatbed D800 that left about 2ft. spare at the rear.We got all the stuff into the container apart from a very robust mahogany wardrobe which had full-length mirrors in the doors.This we perched upright on the back-but probably because of a few too many bevies at the "White Horse" ,I or WE neglected to tie it down,as was later revealed on our arrival at the Banff drop where its absence was instantly noted. In the vain hope that it had never been loaded-we tracked back to Strichen.Time was knocking on but we thought we could make Last Orders at the aforesaid drinking establishment.On the straight road section that leads from Pitsligo to Strichen i encountered one these drunken twats that can't find find his dipswitch heading straight at me at high closing speed-I flashed him from about 1.5 miles separation and he flashed back until it became a game of chicken that nobody would back out of.Self-preservation supervened-at about 100yds. I anchored up and slid the Ford into the Sacred Scottish Gorse.On regaining our composure and making it back to the tarmac on foot-we discovered the missing wardrobe standing upright in the middle of the road with its doors wide open and its mirrors +only one crack,pointed Hubble-like ,towards Cyaak. I invite you to draw your (hopefully,unjudgmental) conclusions-but never say that nothing has ever happened in Alex's neck of the woods.