I've been wondering!!!!
Thanks for the lovely pic!
I know that I saw a geezer wearing a bandana and driving a beat up V.W. camper van. maybe that could be him going to these illegal rave up.
My Brother in Law is selling his cottage in Dulverton village on the edge of Devon and it's well known that you have a large amount of "readies" stashed away it just might be of interest to you.
Take Care Pal J.D.
The route they were taking was via Royton which boasts a steep hill known as 'T,Summit' and it was a stretch for many cars in those days. There was a pub just on the brow of the hill on the right hand side going to Rochdale and from there began a very long downward slope right into the centre of the town. They had barely begun their descent when one of the passengers said 'Hey Boony - is that your wheel just rolling past us?' Boony, glanced out and after a slight pause decided to brake with a non-committal 'Aye it looks like one of mine.'
As they watched the wheel rolled along then veered over to the right hand side of the road. Eventually it hit the kerb, bounced up and smacked a uniformed Salvation Army chap full in the back as he walked smartly along. He was flattened immediately and as they watched picked himself up, grabbed the wheel and glared around furiously. In the meantime the car, built like many in those days with a huge rigid chassis sat quite sedately close to the kerb. At last Boony got out and walked slowly across to the Sally Ann representative.
As Boony got close to him he waggled the wheel and demanded to know very loudly 'Is this bloody thing yours?' Boony reached out and said casually 'Oh aye thanks - I've been looking for that!', callmly took the wheel and walked away back to his car. That left the poor victim stunned into silence and no more was said by him so he simply set off walking again heading towards Rochdale.
Boony arrived back with the wheel, the others got out and began to discuss ways of overcoming the problem. The solution they came up with was to take a nut off all the other wheels and use them to get going again. Then one of them had an idea and began to retrace the path of the car. Almost unbelievably he found the complete set of nuts neatly laid out in a line, picked them up and returned vey pleased with himself.
There was one snag. Boony didn't have a wheel brace or a jack! One of the passengers was a grizzled fitter's mate called Alan who, unsurprisingly to his mates, produced from a pocket of his pants, a ring spanner which fitted the nuts, three broad backs provided a hoist to fit the wheel and so very soon they were once again on their way.
Alan was known for carrying spanners in this way but no one ever knew why but the tale ends sadly for him. A short while after he was bending down to work under a machine when he trapped his goolies through having a short open ended spanner in his pocket. He was injured so badly that it led to his enforced retirement with little compensation because the verdict was that he brought it about by his own actions.
He used to call in to the firm occasionally and often would be selling packs of ball point pens or such like in an effort to make a bit of money over his benefits so I always bought whatever he had for sale. Well, you do, don't you, even though I got as many as I wanted for nothing since I was in charge of purchasing.
Well, that's the story - if you want to we can take a vote on which is the best/funniest or whatever. Bye for now.