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Pete Lawrence - 06 Dec 2015


Friday January 9th was D-day. Delivery day, or at least collection day.

Friday January 9th was D-day. Delivery day, or at least collection day, as I caught the train up to Burton On Trent, then a cab ride to Don Amott Leisure collected my Bessacarr. It was a cold, blustery winter’s day and an instruction session which lasted the best part of an hour was frankly, a waste of time to a large extent, as the interior walk-through instructions tended to go in one ear and out of the other, and the exterior instructions fell on deaf ears as the wind and rain lashed down. What I was sure of was that it would take a while to figure out how to run and maintain this beast, with its myriad instructions spread across  two thick manuals, and several ancillary instruction booklets. I’ve never been a great one for manuals and when the sales rep said “we’re just at the end of a telephone if you need anything explaining” I knew instantly that I’d be straight on that blower almost as soon as I got home. 

The initial drive out and onto the M50 and the M1 south was interesting. I’d driven a van before - a transit van belonging to Courier Express when I did summer holiday work for them in the late 80s at University, and another delivery job involving frozen chickens and black forest gateaux in Leamington as a student but that was all a long time ago and I’d forgotten the experience entirely, other than that some urgent braking manoeuvres had almost put me and a whole bevy of said frozen chickens through the transit windscreen on the notoriously dangerous Coventry ring road once. I vowed to get used to the feel of the van as quickly as possible and a windswept M1 was as good a place as any to start. It took a while to get used to the rattling, but I realized that with judicious use of tea towels and bubble warp, the ‘on the move’ noise could be minimised. 




Cathryn Butler

Still working on perfecting the tea towel and bubble wrap (sic!) solution. I suspect the beast will always have the upper hand in that battle. But I'm not beaten yet ;-)

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