Steve Maskery
Established Member
Grrr!
I went over to Stoke this afternoon to pick up my mum and take her to an RAF reunion thingy in Derby.
Torrential rain, so, fortunately, not driving very fast. I happened to be in the wake of a JCB lorry which decided it was carrying too many large pieces of metal, so it dropped one. 3 of us ran over it bang, bang, bang. It's taken out both offside tyres and reshaped one wheel.
The recovery vehicle was late because the police had made her pick up another car first, further behind me. The police guy was fine, breathalysed me, I've got to present my docs within 7 days. Isn't it strange how they can make you feel guilty even when you have nothing to fear?
So I've got one new tyre, and tomorrow got to try to get a new wheel and tyre, and get my car inspected underneath for damage. The hassle!
At least the police have the number of the lorry, so I'm hoping I can get my money back. What about my time though?
At least it happened before I picked mum up, it would have been worse if she had been in the car too.
Then when we finally get to Derby she finds she has left her walking stick at home. I nearly had to go back to get it, but one of the RAF guys says he'll sort her out.
I can well do without this.
I went over to Stoke this afternoon to pick up my mum and take her to an RAF reunion thingy in Derby.
Torrential rain, so, fortunately, not driving very fast. I happened to be in the wake of a JCB lorry which decided it was carrying too many large pieces of metal, so it dropped one. 3 of us ran over it bang, bang, bang. It's taken out both offside tyres and reshaped one wheel.
The recovery vehicle was late because the police had made her pick up another car first, further behind me. The police guy was fine, breathalysed me, I've got to present my docs within 7 days. Isn't it strange how they can make you feel guilty even when you have nothing to fear?
So I've got one new tyre, and tomorrow got to try to get a new wheel and tyre, and get my car inspected underneath for damage. The hassle!
At least the police have the number of the lorry, so I'm hoping I can get my money back. What about my time though?
At least it happened before I picked mum up, it would have been worse if she had been in the car too.
Then when we finally get to Derby she finds she has left her walking stick at home. I nearly had to go back to get it, but one of the RAF guys says he'll sort her out.
I can well do without this.