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Well what other combination could we suggest.
            I guess Michael would not have minded her on his knees but what would his fiancée have
            said had she found out!
            As we approached Brandon, the gentleman asked to be put down just outside the 30 mph
            limit, the young lady we duly left in the town centre.


            They had not had any chance to talk privately since the whole ‘episode’ exploded in front
            of their wheels, so what they eventually did or had to do one can only leave to one’s
            imagination. We had still another 75 miles or so to go before we reached home.






            It's Wonderbun yet again.................
            THE FJK 140 and the Lady Driver

            This tale is still from the really early days of our transport enterprise.



            THE LADY DRIVER STORY
            As time went on we managed to get more work and I needed relief drivers.
            Log books were becoming a thing of the past and drivers working hours were under more
            strict control.
            I had needed to find a replacement driver for this journey as my driver’s hours for the day
            were all used up.
            The relief driver was a girl, or rather, young lady.
            Female HGV drivers were thin on the ground in the early 1970’s. The lorry was off to
            Brighton Wholesale Market with potatoes, leaving home at about midnight or so.
            The young lady only managed 10 miles and the lorry stopped on the outskirts of Boston. I
            got a phone call to go out with my tools to see what was wrong.
            On lifting the engine cover it was easy to see the problem, the throttle spring had broken
            and only needed a replacement.
            Half an hour or so and she was on her way again. I might add at this point that the rest of
            her journey was uneventful and she duly arrived back at base later the same morning.
            It was me who was to encounter a further incident!

            BEING WATCHED
                                                             It was almost 1am by this time and I began
                                                             my journey home. To make the story easier
                                                             to follow I must explain that to get to the
                                                             breakdown I had borrowed my wife’s car a
                                                             Renault 4L. This was a curious little 5 door
                                                            estate car, very light with a nippy four cylinder
                                                            petrol engine.
                                                             (Renault 4L the same model as the one in
                                                           the story, Picture from the internet.)
                                                             It was originally marketed by Renault in the
                                                            mid 1960’s as a utility vehicle to go anywhere.
                                                            It had 4-wheel independent torsion bar
                                                            suspension, the whole rear seat assembly
                                                            could be taken out in a jiffy leaving a large


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