03-03-2023, 12:10 AM
So funny Chris! I was reminded of the time ,in the sixties, when I attended a local dance some 50 miles away in the chummy.
It had a 37 head and was prone to oiling the plugs so I carried a box of clean ones under the seat.
At midnight after the dance I set off home and approached the first steep hill, by now I was running on 3 cylinders and my last clean plugs.
I failed to make it up. Returning to a phone booth, remember them, I called my father for a tow, then set off for home again to meet him on route with the dim lights of the chummy for guidance on the forested country road. Well on the third attempt of the hill I managed to get over so I kept going. Of course I got lost and spent a sleepless night in the chummy whilst my father did a fruitless country search after midnight and was not best pleased.
It had a 37 head and was prone to oiling the plugs so I carried a box of clean ones under the seat.
At midnight after the dance I set off home and approached the first steep hill, by now I was running on 3 cylinders and my last clean plugs.
I failed to make it up. Returning to a phone booth, remember them, I called my father for a tow, then set off for home again to meet him on route with the dim lights of the chummy for guidance on the forested country road. Well on the third attempt of the hill I managed to get over so I kept going. Of course I got lost and spent a sleepless night in the chummy whilst my father did a fruitless country search after midnight and was not best pleased.