I feel really sorry for no one son Taliesin, life recently has been a series of knock backs, then just as he gets over it and seems ready to move one something else goes wrong
When his car went off the road he was absolutely potless so we lent him his mothers VTR Perhaps not the best of moves as fairly soon the Police were taken a lot of interest in the man himself and that car
Young men are young men and i dare say a certain amount of bravado was displayed, though I never heard or saw him doing anything totally daft.
Meantime's he scrapped his pennies together and bought himself quite a tidy little Honda Accord (the exact opposite of a copper magnet) and set about getting it through it's test. Quite a lot of money was spent but he ended up with something that was quite a nice little car and an ideal runabout for a young man who wants to work and will turn his hand to anything to turn a pound.
This morning D the elder was having a bit of a moment and ended up late for coll. Myself, I have simply left him behind before now. When you end up walking into town then paying for a bus, you tend to sort your morning routines out quite quickly!
Not so this morning and Tallie tried to get to town to make the bus, only to meet someone coming the other way. Now, the important thing is that everyone walked away without a scratch. The car, unfortunately is scrap.
He just has such crap luck.
Still he went off to work in the VTR and things went back to normal, or rather they did not.
I had not reckoned on the effect this little brush with the grim reaper would have on the student. Now, I might have alluded to her driving style previously. Of course I would not dream of being critical, but the student behind the wheel is quite err brisk. In a sort of; grasp the armrest firmly, close eyes periodically, try not to whimper or throw yourself into the foot well curled into a little ball sort of way.
This afternoon all had changed, progress was sedate, sedentary, funereal even. As we drove round in the big C5 estate I snatched a quick glance behind in case she had sneaked a coffin in there and we were leading a cortege somewhere. Corners were approached cautiously, junctions judiciously, there has been a transformation.
It won't last of course but at least some good came out of Taliesin's troubles.
The man himself has a suprise to come, the insurance company announced his car was to be collected by a prominent local garage best known for holding the BMW franchise. The exciting sequel to this message being the announcement that a replaceent car would be provided for the duration. there followed of course a flurry of excitement at the thought that a BMW would be making it's way to Penole for Taliesin to slum it in for a few days.
Nothing could be further from what happened. The recovery crew turned out totally underequipped for the job. I was cursing the fact I had stood the Green Goddess down for the winter, all the kit they didn't have was on the back of that!!
Eventually we got the wreckage on to their trailer and sent it on it's merry way, whilst I drove his replacement car home. It wasn't actually a top of the range BMW, the recovery driver barely concealed a snicker as he handed me the key. This was a very bottom of the range SEAT, now. I have driven some right ropey old cars in my time things like Triumph Acclaims, Rover Montegos, and in some moment of madness we once ran a small Fiat with a large diesel engine that shook the car to pieces. Those cars at least had the defence of being extreemly second hand. This monstrosity was brand new, it had a little light on the dash that came on to tell me i was in first, then it turned into an arrow and flashed at me to say I needed to be in second. The terrible graunching when you apply the brakes is probably a way of warning the hard of thinking their feet have strayed on to the centre pedal. Then again, I suppose that, if you are daft enough to need that advice the fact it handles corners like the springs are made of jelly and bumps as if there are no springs at all would not matter so much.
This then is a car for those who hate driving, maybe to be bought for those who love driving by someone who does not want them to drive.
R
When his car went off the road he was absolutely potless so we lent him his mothers VTR Perhaps not the best of moves as fairly soon the Police were taken a lot of interest in the man himself and that car
Young men are young men and i dare say a certain amount of bravado was displayed, though I never heard or saw him doing anything totally daft.
Meantime's he scrapped his pennies together and bought himself quite a tidy little Honda Accord (the exact opposite of a copper magnet) and set about getting it through it's test. Quite a lot of money was spent but he ended up with something that was quite a nice little car and an ideal runabout for a young man who wants to work and will turn his hand to anything to turn a pound.
This morning D the elder was having a bit of a moment and ended up late for coll. Myself, I have simply left him behind before now. When you end up walking into town then paying for a bus, you tend to sort your morning routines out quite quickly!
Not so this morning and Tallie tried to get to town to make the bus, only to meet someone coming the other way. Now, the important thing is that everyone walked away without a scratch. The car, unfortunately is scrap.
He just has such crap luck.
Still he went off to work in the VTR and things went back to normal, or rather they did not.
I had not reckoned on the effect this little brush with the grim reaper would have on the student. Now, I might have alluded to her driving style previously. Of course I would not dream of being critical, but the student behind the wheel is quite err brisk. In a sort of; grasp the armrest firmly, close eyes periodically, try not to whimper or throw yourself into the foot well curled into a little ball sort of way.
This afternoon all had changed, progress was sedate, sedentary, funereal even. As we drove round in the big C5 estate I snatched a quick glance behind in case she had sneaked a coffin in there and we were leading a cortege somewhere. Corners were approached cautiously, junctions judiciously, there has been a transformation.
It won't last of course but at least some good came out of Taliesin's troubles.
The man himself has a suprise to come, the insurance company announced his car was to be collected by a prominent local garage best known for holding the BMW franchise. The exciting sequel to this message being the announcement that a replaceent car would be provided for the duration. there followed of course a flurry of excitement at the thought that a BMW would be making it's way to Penole for Taliesin to slum it in for a few days.
Nothing could be further from what happened. The recovery crew turned out totally underequipped for the job. I was cursing the fact I had stood the Green Goddess down for the winter, all the kit they didn't have was on the back of that!!
Eventually we got the wreckage on to their trailer and sent it on it's merry way, whilst I drove his replacement car home. It wasn't actually a top of the range BMW, the recovery driver barely concealed a snicker as he handed me the key. This was a very bottom of the range SEAT, now. I have driven some right ropey old cars in my time things like Triumph Acclaims, Rover Montegos, and in some moment of madness we once ran a small Fiat with a large diesel engine that shook the car to pieces. Those cars at least had the defence of being extreemly second hand. This monstrosity was brand new, it had a little light on the dash that came on to tell me i was in first, then it turned into an arrow and flashed at me to say I needed to be in second. The terrible graunching when you apply the brakes is probably a way of warning the hard of thinking their feet have strayed on to the centre pedal. Then again, I suppose that, if you are daft enough to need that advice the fact it handles corners like the springs are made of jelly and bumps as if there are no springs at all would not matter so much.
This then is a car for those who hate driving, maybe to be bought for those who love driving by someone who does not want them to drive.
R
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Fantastic post.
-David Enabulele
Glad you liked it David,
Want to buy a Honda Civic, slight accident damage....
Teee heee
R
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