There seems to have been a terrible misunderstanding because my initial comment was simply examining things within a single transportation enthusiasm category; the category of moderately fast vehicles operating without occupant steering input. Unfortunately the result of this innocent intervention seems to have been to cause you to spin off into wild transport tribalism and upset the equilibrium of an otherwise peaceful thread.
Bloke I work with "likes his cars" and likes "driving them".
I fear you’re now engaging in an exercise of goalpost relocation. At any rate, your initial post in this current exchange is the only one that had indulged in any kind of divisive tribalism.
No. I could not take my Alfa up the hill.
I would love a service station, but those prices.
Is that the Orwell bridge?
My job is no respecter of things like this or bank holidays, Easter, Christmas, new year etc. And there are many jobs the same; carers, cleaners, nurses, doctors, blue light workers etc.
Good news, could have all gone a bit midnight expressAddendum:
Everyone’s fine btw. I was on my own.
The tough bit was waiting for an hour for the old bill to turn up, in 38 degrees with no shade. Suleyman (the blue shirt who hit me) and his wife and sister, were very kind, and broke out chilled water by the side of the motorway. Me and Kris are having dinner at their gaff on Tuesday, at their insistence.
I used to go to Thorpeness every year with uni mates, crossing the Orwell bridge meant we were nearly there… usually just after a quick stop at Ipswich Tesco. That’s brought back some very happy memories
