I hope you don't mind jimmywag, but you've just reminded me of something.
About 3 weeks after passing my first driving test, I hied a mini (might tell you how long ago it was)
Anyway, me and g/f at the time came up north on leave in it blahblahblah.
On the way back to camp she sugested a diversion onto the airfoeld at Tangmere, where we learned to drive.
Instead of the back seat (full of gear) she told me to "get on" her in the pax seat.
All went well. The car rocked and bounced, the windows well and trully steamed as we went at it tongue for leather. Point to note is that we were both incredably fit at the time due to our job. So fit that I could keep going through and on after comimg.
Remember this was about '78/'79. Car seats didn't have head reastraints then.
After I'd done my duty, she became very quiet and didn't move. She was sort of slumped in the seat with her head over the back.
My ego went into overdive. I'D FUCKED HER SO WELL SHE'D PASSED OUT ! ! ! ! ! !
No. By having her head so far back over the low seat she'd trapped a never in her neck. That's what made her pass out.
I still think about it now whenever I see an original mini.
She was SOME woman. Even at our then tender ages.
Halcyon days.
Hijack over.
Off to Tesco now to stock up on Italian and Yorkshires best. It's Friday ! ! ! ! !
Sorry Jim, can't tell you what it's like in the new style mini, but maybe if you come along it it next time, we could try it out for you :twisted:
Tracy-Jayne
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