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Sorry if it causes any offence but that made I giggleMine all started on road but ended off it.
Sorry if it causes any offence but that made I giggleMine all started on road but ended off it.
That's a bit worrying when you put it like that. But then I thought through my 8 previous workplaces since I was a teenager, and how many of them still exist. Answer : 1. Not my fault, honest...[snip]
Nobody got the blame, the steelworks shut soon after, in fact most of the places I've worked for shut down while I was working there..
I was wondering how long it would be before @Matt-H had an honourable mention.
Anyhow, here is one for those of you up in Teesside. A guy I knew really well was running Cock O' the North car sales on Portrack lane, remember that? I was helping out during the holidays (anything to get away from the family business) and this guy came in wanting a car as he had just moved up from Birmingham. The guy running the place decided to sell him one of the rather dodgy ones that all had an MOT but the same car had been taken three times, with different plates on.
Long story short, the guy drives off with his purchase: Day one, breaks down. Day two, breaks down, you see the pattern? Anyhow the plan was we were told to fob him off when he called. Listening to Radio Tees later in the morning, the announcer, who had a brummie accent invited "all the lads at Cock O' the North Car Sales" to take a look at his car. Which had broken down. Again. This was quickly rectified by the boss giving him a really nice motor:-)
Although I wasn't involved directly in this it taught me a very good life lesson.
I did that on the entrance to a park with my roofbox on the car. I was already underneath the "max height" bar and in the carpark so had no choice but to park up, walk the dog, return to the car, grit my teeth and drive back under it as a guy was yelling at me to stop.When I was teaching I drove a load of kids in the school minibus to an exhibition. Pulled into a multi storey and parked right by the entrance. The kids get out of the bus and an attendant comes over and says the car park is closed for maintenance. A sign would have been helpful, but no worries, we'll go elsewhere. I was right by the exit so told the kids to wait on the road rather than get back on the bus. Unfortunately, removing the weight of a load of Year 11 kids from the minibus raised it quite a lot. The scraping noise as it passed under the concrete beam and the looks on the kids faces told me I would be seeing the Head the next day. Fortunately, the guy in charge of the minibus had a friend, who had a friend etc. and I think it got repaired without the Head finding out. Too scared to use it again though.
...and money!Signing up to this forum!!!!
Right friggin offput of time
Those who know the Tan Hill Inn will know there's a humpback bridge on the road up to it from Reeth. It's been flattened in recent years (i.e. the approach ramps have been filled in) but around the end of the 80s it was still a proper hump. I saw the sign, so thought I'd give my mate's girlfriend, who was my pillion as he had yet to pass his test, a bit of a giggle. As I wound up the GSX250 I could hear Martyn on the GPz900R somewhere behind me crank it up and I figured he was trying to beat me to the take-off. No he wasn't; he was trying to tell me to slow down. I didn't.... the time i decided to jump a humpback bridge...
I’m from Cornwall and deep snow in my youth was like a max of 6” or so.I was brought up in Perth we lived in an area with quite steep roads and plenty snow in the winter. My first car was a Mini Clubman estate: it was great in the snow until the floor pan bottomed out.
I was heading out to work one morning in deep snow and my dad got me to follow his Cortina as it cleared enough snow to stop me bottoming out. 3/4 of the way down the hill he stopped and I pulled in behind him, he got out his car and asked how I was managing, i said, fine, so he said you can manage the rest of the way then. I then put my mini into gear and drove into the back of his Cortina, still do not really know why I never looked!
About 10 years ago I was taking friends out to Ardbeg distillery on Islay in my 6.1 metre rib, On the slipway i got them to get in the boat, as it was on a rollercoaster trailer I used to reverse quickly to the water hit the brakes and slide the boat of with a long rope attached to the trailer. So on this occasion I started reversing down the slip only to see the boat running off the rollers on the slip (someone must have hit the ratchet release on the winch when the boat was in the boat park. Boat ended up sitting on the tarmac with just scuffs on the keel and the passengers were rattled but unhurt, I felt a total prat for not checking the winch. Still made it to Ardbeg for a dram.
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My grandad did something similar in the early part of last century - picked up his one and only (eventually to be my granny ) for her weekly afternoon off from service in the big house. Hit a humpback bridge with the motorbike and sidecar a bit too quick . . .she ended up in the ditch, under the side car . . .Those who know the Tan Hill Inn will know there's a humpback bridge on the road up to it from Reeth. It's been flattened in recent years (i.e. the approach ramps have been filled in) but around the end of the 80s it was still a proper hump. I saw the sign, so thought I'd give my mate's girlfriend, who was my pillion as he had yet to pass his test, a bit of a giggle. As I wound up the GSX250 I could hear Martyn on the GPz900R somewhere behind me crank it up and I figured he was trying to beat me to the take-off. No he wasn't; he was trying to tell me to slow down. I didn't.
As we sailed through the air in slow-motion, engine revving like the General Lee crossing a creek, I looked down at the road far below and thought, bugger, this is going to hurt.
The bike came down almost perfectly level, but with so much force it knocked the fork legs 2" through the clamps, bounced once and we kept on going - her sat where I should have been and me sat on the tank.
When we got to the pub my mate stormed over and said "Don't ever do that again". I haven't
I told my old man about it later; he said that he used to take my mother over that way for picnics etc. (he didn't go into details of the etc.) and they would park and watch cars come over the bridge and almost rip the front bumpers off in the bottom of the dip. It was like a ploughed field into the 90s at least.
Who remembers the Timex advert with the watch tied to the lifeboat prop?
Riding to a party,
Stoned before the party?