1983 CROWD TRIAL (or "Trial & Error") by Lynne Robins – July 1983 Just for a giggle I thought,
It will do no harm to try. "I'll be your driver dear, it's time for a change of style"
For want of someone better, he grudgingly gave the nod. Sending up a silent prayer, "Smile down upon us God".
Stoked up with our stirrup cup of "TC Crowd Trial Port", we climbed aboard the old blue steed, a battle to be fought.
"Stupendous navigation dear", I felt obliged to say as we shot around the corner and out of Peter Way.
The look he threw across to me was enough to light a fuse. The message came through loud and clear, "We are simply not amused"!
Out through the boondocks we headed for the hills. Arriving at the checkpoints by luck and sometimes skill.
Steaming down the Zigzag waxing lyrical on the view. Darryl clutching to his clipboard, faint-hearted, knuckles gone blue.
Peaking at 6000 revs the gearbox screams in pain. "You shouldn't really do that dear" he says with great restraint. Through the fog of our exhaust smoke looms a dreaded blue faced cop. "Afternoon officer" (pathetically), He just smirks and burns us off.
Panic with a stick map we call a frantic halt. Passing motorist kindly calls "What's wrong mate, you lost ?"
The air was blue, expletives thick as Darryl cursed the day, that Colin Dines was put on earth to torment him in this way.
"Oh no, I don't believe it !" in unison we sob, as down the Zigzag once again the poor old car did throb.
My, how time does fly when you're having so much `fun'. Into the sunset, like John Wayne, we head for the homeward run.
In dribs and drabs we all get back, with tales of drama and woe. Deidre gripping her c o o o omfort bag, filled as instructed by Col.
Husbands never cease to wonder, how essential wives can be. But we proved our point, you will note in the CROWD TRIAL '83. |
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