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My first 'Car' was a Reliant. After having bikes for a number of years and smashing most of them up, I bought a Reliant off one of my mates. The idea was that you could learn to drive a car while still on your motor bike license. The Reliant was a convertible until my mate Roger, rolled it and smashed the roof in. It then became an 'Unconvertable'. This was it's condition when I bought it for 20 quid. It was a side valve engine and 'crash' gearbox. If you didn't learn quickly to 'double de-clutch', you just didn't go anywhere. It was a problem in the rain though as it used to fill up with water, but I fixed that by drilling some holes in the wooden floor. As I was the only one with a 'car' in our gang, it used to get quite full on occasions. One night, we were 'cruising round the town' looking for any chicks that couldn't resist a spunky crowd of guys in a Reliant. There were two in the front, two in the small rear seat and two sitting on the back with their legs on the back seat. I can't imagine why, but we attracted the attention of a traffic cop on a Motor bike, who wanted to know why there were six people in a three wheeled car designed for two adults and two very small children. So I lied. "We saw two of our mates walking home and they had no money for bus fares , so we gave them a lift".
"So you are on your way home then" said the cop.
"Why yes, officer, of coarse". He reluctantly accepted this pack of lies and let us go on our way. Well, after that encounter, I decided to head towards home, especially as it was highly unlikely that any mini-skirted dolly chicks would have room to fit in (or want to). So we turned round, and off we went. After a little while, we got stopped again........by the SAME COP!!....."I thought you lot were going home". he chided.
"Well after seeing you the first time, we decided to". some smart alec in the back chirped.
"Bugger off, and don't let me see you again" he said, with a strange grimace on his face that could be taken for either a smile, or acute indigestion.
The fuel situation was becoming critical as well. The gauge was on 'empty', but then..... it always was. The tank was usually in a state of 'empty' or 'REALLY empty' or 'COMPLETELY empty', so we went into a petrol station and bought some fuel. "Half a gallon please" says I. "Why don't you all chip in and buy a gallon" says the extremely sarcastic attendant. Then a sophisticated voice comes from somewhere in the back and says "My good man......we HAVE chipped in, and we want HALF a gallon". What a night.
One day, a friend of mine who shall remain nameless ( for the time being ) wanted to borrow my magnificent Reliant to go fishing (that's a clue). So he offered me a swap for the day with his Triumph Bonneville. I was going out with a new girl, so I thought I would impress the .....socks off her with a trip up to Wales for the day. My 'friend' duly went fishing, and lo-and-behold, the Reliant broke down...so he just left it there and thumbed a lift home. He went to retrieve my beloved Reliant about a week later, AND THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT OF IT. A body shell and a few bits, no wheels. My poor Reliant.....I never saw it again......Dead and abandoned on the side of the road. SOME FRIEND EH!!!
"So you are on your way home then" said the cop.
"Why yes, officer, of coarse". He reluctantly accepted this pack of lies and let us go on our way. Well, after that encounter, I decided to head towards home, especially as it was highly unlikely that any mini-skirted dolly chicks would have room to fit in (or want to). So we turned round, and off we went. After a little while, we got stopped again........by the SAME COP!!....."I thought you lot were going home". he chided.
"Well after seeing you the first time, we decided to". some smart alec in the back chirped.
"Bugger off, and don't let me see you again" he said, with a strange grimace on his face that could be taken for either a smile, or acute indigestion.
The fuel situation was becoming critical as well. The gauge was on 'empty', but then..... it always was. The tank was usually in a state of 'empty' or 'REALLY empty' or 'COMPLETELY empty', so we went into a petrol station and bought some fuel. "Half a gallon please" says I. "Why don't you all chip in and buy a gallon" says the extremely sarcastic attendant. Then a sophisticated voice comes from somewhere in the back and says "My good man......we HAVE chipped in, and we want HALF a gallon". What a night.
One day, a friend of mine who shall remain nameless ( for the time being ) wanted to borrow my magnificent Reliant to go fishing (that's a clue). So he offered me a swap for the day with his Triumph Bonneville. I was going out with a new girl, so I thought I would impress the .....socks off her with a trip up to Wales for the day. My 'friend' duly went fishing, and lo-and-behold, the Reliant broke down...so he just left it there and thumbed a lift home. He went to retrieve my beloved Reliant about a week later, AND THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT OF IT. A body shell and a few bits, no wheels. My poor Reliant.....I never saw it again......Dead and abandoned on the side of the road. SOME FRIEND EH!!!