I walk in from work at 8.50, 'phone ring, it's my mum telling me that they've been without 'leccy for the last 23 hrs, can they borrow my genny.
No problem, put 2Kw genny behing the passenger seat with the seat back leaning forward so as not to scratch the leather.
So off I go down my country lane and up to the M20, join the M20 put me welly down upt0 100, pass everything and keep going, then I notice in my mirror light approachiong very fast from behind, 'feck, plod' back off to 80 and see what happens. Calibra passes me, not plod at all, ba$$ard, welly down, bye, bye Calibra at about 125, back off, point made. Sure enough Vince the Vauxhall goes stormin' past thinking he's the dogs danglies. Never mind I'm leaving at the next junction.
Off at the next Junction and blow me who's in front, Mr Calibra Turbo and he's stopped at the lights. Follow him upto the round a'bout from which he dissapears like a scalded cat. This is where it gets difficult, what I haven't said is that I'm holding this genny with my left hand so that it wont move around, it's on wheels you see, and steering with my right. He's off up the road through the 'twiddly' bits like a demon, I keep up to the first corner and realise I need both hands to take the bend!!
Anyway to cut a very long story short, I have to back off and this sod's gone off to the pub no doubt to tell his mates he's just whipped a 300 - B*ll*cks!
To make matters worse when I got to my mums the f'ing power's back on!
I give up!
Tim
PS sorry it's so long winded just had to get it off me chest, girlfriend wasn't interested.
Okay, picture the scene:
I walk in from work at 8.50, 'phone ring, it's my mum telling me that they've been without 'leccy for the last 23 hrs, can they borrow my genny.
No problem, put 2Kw genny behing the passenger seat with the seat back leaning forward so as not to scratch the leather.
So off I go down my country lane and up to the M20, join the M20 put me welly down upt0 100, pass everything and keep going, then I notice in my mirror light approachiong very fast from behind, 'feck, plod' back off to 80 and see what happens. Calibra passes me, not plod at all, ba$$ard, welly down, bye, bye Calibra at about 125, back off, point made. Sure enough Vince the Vauxhall goes stormin' past thinking he's the dogs danglies. Never mind I'm leaving at the next junction.
Off at the next Junction and blow me who's in front, Mr Calibra Turbo and he's stopped at the lights. Follow him upto the round a'bout from which he dissapears like a scalded cat. This is where it gets difficult, what I haven't said is that I'm holding this genny with my left hand so that it wont move around, it's on wheels you see, and steering with my right. He's off up the road through the 'twiddly' bits like a demon, I keep up to the first corner and realise I need both hands to take the bend!!
Anyway to cut a very long story short, I have to back off and this sod's gone off to the pub no doubt to tell his mates he's just whipped a 300 - B*ll*cks!
To make matters worse when I got to my mums the f'ing power's back on!
I give up!
Tim
PS sorry it's so long winded just had to get it off me chest, girlfriend wasn't interested.