20-05-2019, 08:49 PM
My best one was when I was 19 and a wine waiter/hall porter at Tilmouth Park Hotel (don't you know a very posh place in Cornhill on Tweed), escaping the wrath of Dad (Sir Ferguson Anderson) in fear of terrible A Level results (which weren't that bad!). My wee 1928 Chummy's clutch started slipping and I had a lot of steep hills to get up on the way back to Glasgow. On taking the starter motor off, I noticed the flywheel going forward probably about a 1/16th of an inch when I accelerated, so with minimal tools, I took it off, drilled out rivets of the lining of the clutch, copied the outline on to a suitable piece of cardboard and marched off to the local garage. 'Can you rivet this cardboard between the clutch lining and the the flywheel?' I asked. 'Not Bloody Likely Pal!'.... came the reply. 'It's for an Austin 7' I stated. 'Right away sir'. And it got me back to Glasgow! I've still got that piece of cardboard as a sort of trophy!