An opportunity to write a report on Bures Pit Off Road site for 4x4 Magazine heralded a baptism of fire for the Jeep this month. As it’s still not registered so I trailered it down to near Colchester behind the Land Rover. I borrowed Matt’s ex Gas Board Box Trailer, into which the Jeep just about fits. Heaving the trailer around in his workshop nearly brought on the long overdue heart attack. The toll of a the previous week spent in Comboland nearly proved fatal as the pulse quickened and the beads of cold sweat gathered on my brow. A half hour sit down in a darkened room sorted me out and the following day at the site was a great pleasure. The brakes packed up after a few applications, but who needs them anyway. So. The Jeep now has 12 miles on the clock. 4 from its visit to the MOT station and 8 done in the Pit. Great fun.
8 comments:
Nice articulation.
Bures Pit eh? You must have been near painter John Nash's old cottage, now lived in by Ronald 'Akenfield' Blythe, the Church Times columnist. Should've called in for camomile tea or elderflower cordial.
I had some of that chamomile tea on my recent fact-finding visit to Combolandia. It had a large slug of rum in it and I drank it at a petrol station very, very, late at night.
You could write a novel about that Fred. The Chamomile Yawn.
Ooh, you literary colossus you.
It wasn't the Karioke bar/petrol station was it by any chance? Memorable for being run by Michael Hutchins, back from the dead.
That all looks superb!!! Now all you need is a a pair of pearl-handled revolvers and a pack of the Hun on your tail-lights.....
Different service station Toby. Wider choice of fan-belts, wiper blades and, of course, alcohol.
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