Page 95 - It's a Rum Life Book 3 "Ivy House Tales 1970 to 1984"
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Commercial tyres were even then comparatively expensive and if an end user could get
            some compensation for what he thought was not his problem, or if the product had not
            performed as well as he thought it should, he had some chance by sending it back to the
            TMC.


            Paul had a full load on his flatbed truck but one tyre at the back had not been tied on
            sufficiently securely. It came off somewhere between Ely and Wisbech in the fen country.
            Large lorry tyres weigh around 110 to 125 lbs or to those brought up to understand metric,
            between 50 and 60 kilograms. Once they begin to roll, they can create their own powerful
            momentum!



            The only reason that I knew and Paul
            did not, was that a tyre dealer friend
            from near Ely, who I used to call on in
            my days with Firestone had telephoned.

            All the tyres were labelled before being
            loaded onto our lorries and the tyre
            retailer had received an irate telephone
            call from a householder in that area.

            The furious caller stating that one of ‘tyre
            dealer’s’ tyres had rolled through the
            gentleman’s garden, over his lawn and
            demolished a fence at the back of his
            property before ending up in a dyke at
            the rear. The unfortunate gentleman knew categorically where the tyre had come from as it
            had a label on it!
            I managed to obtain the approximate whereabouts of the tyre, tried to pacify the tyre man
            who fortunately had a good sense of the ridiculous and I sent Michael off in that ‘new’
            second-hand blue Renault 4 van to try and recover the tyre. It was now about 3pm and we
            did not see Michael until the next morning.


            (Picture of similar renault 4 Van .....
            ours was blue!)

            Michael had found the location, the garden
            with the tyre track across the lawn and
            flower beds, the demolished fence and
            eventually the tyre in the dyke at the back.


            Michael explained that he could see no one
            about and not wishing to create
            unnecessary anguish, drove straight in and
            up to the demolished fence.
            Fortunately there was a handy tree and
            Michael managed to throw a rope over the
            tree, secure it to the tyre and thence to the
            front bumper of the little van.


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