dozeydustman

More from Gravesend. 1979 outside the Three Daws pub. Probably last year of RFs in the town. Wakefield Street in the 1960s. This is now the site of the St George’s shopping* centre. Bath Street, early 1960s. I believe Parrock St, 1970s King St, late 80s/early 90s given the pickup is an F plate.

Pingu approves

He’a the one they make buy the round of 20 coffees

You quite often see these people make several trips a day to the only recycling centre in the county where you don’t need to book an appointment, bringing each time 3 cardboard boxes, or a small bag containing two teabags and a paper towel, or a carrier bag of hedge prunings.

What about Pink on a car? Amazing* what you find with a search on AltaVista (other former search engines are available) https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-5076141/amp/Pink-superfan-car-signed-pop-star.html

The Highway Maintenance A flatbed van or 7.5 tonner, usually an Iv*co, with a pedestrian roller on a small dolly trailer behind. Always 3-up, wearing hoodies or really dirty fleece hi-viz, cargo shorts and rigger boots. At least one member of the crew is called ‘Kev’. Nobody in the vehicle wears a seat belt. Because commercial vehicle is exempt m9. 2 weeks’ worth of red top newspapers litter the dash along with a similar amount of empty meal deal sandwich packets, cans of Monster and coffee cups. The first job of the day is to park on a pump at a petrol stations, purchase no fuel but spend 45 minutes getting a round of Costa coffees in for everyone on site taking up the one working machine, then kicking off because the company rep in the Audi purchased the last chicken and bacon sandwich. Has two speeds on a dual carriageway - 62mph or 90mph, any 7.5 tonners have a broken* tachograph or speed limiter. Because highway maintenance is exempt m7. Of the 10 hours they are paid daily, 8 are spent driving about like dickheads, 45 mins as already mentioned above, 30 minutes spent having a fag break on arrival at site and before long it’s time to have another 20 minute fag break and pack up for the day. 15 minutes is the maximum productivity seen on site.

Believe it or not I've never seen an episode

The skanks. Normally seen in a 20+ year old Astra they’ve purchased from a bloke called Mick in the car park of flat-roof pub. In their ownership it has never been cleaned and has green mould inside and out. Ashtray full of dog ends of roll-up. He is thin and dishevelled, long greasy hair, permanent roll-up on the go, old jumper with holes and grease stained jeans. She is morbidly obese, wears elasticated waist skirts and horrible nylon t-shirts without a bra. May also be seen wearing a velour tracksuit and one of those clowns on a 9ct gold chain from Argos. Again unwashed and unkempt. Both smell of a unique blend of clothes that sat in the washing machine for 3 weeks after the cycle finished, stale cooking oil, fagash & wee. Both have food & drink stains on their tops. The car smells the same inside. They know someone who can do their MoT for £10 just by looking at whether the engine has oil in it. Jettison litter from their car, normally a wrapper or drinks can from Farmfoods own brand products. Previous cars will include a decommissioned ambulance which was used to transport their many children. Has a rusting transit parked in the front garden in which has become the youngest child’s bedroom but was originally going to be their camper when they first bought it in 1987. They both gave up on life after the 3rd eldest son was arrested for breaking and entering the 7th time.

Spent most of the day trying to sort a few odd jobs on my car while stepdaughter's boyfriend gave the new Saab a mini valet. The upholstery was cleaned with our Bissell spot cleaner and the water which came out was surprisingly light coloured compared to when I did the Mini last summer (the water which came out of that was black). He's very proud of his wheels and can't wait for his insurance to start next weekend (it saved him £300 on the annual premium). My car has its niggles. The headlamps were last polished with what appears to be granite. Autosol didn't do much so I will need to get some wet & dry starting at 400 grit and all the way up to 5000. The improvement it made when I did the Kia was night and day, and as the Citroen also needs its cataracts removing buying wet & dry is cheaper than 2 kits. I wanted also to reposition the wiper arms, 1 the driver's one bashes the top of the scuttle, and 2 there is the tiniest TRIANGLE OF DOOM which excels in the dribble of disappointment. Both wiper arms seized on so I need to get a little puller for them. Hoovered my car out and gave it a thorough* wash. I also need to find a broken wire somewhere in the loom to make the air con work again.

The good thing with the Brewhouse Project is it's indoors, so if you'd prefer somewhere undercover if the weather looks like it's going to be crap then this would be an ideal venue. @brownnova @Mrs6C @NorthernMonkey is this allowed to be pinned? Don't worry if not.

The driving style summed up 75% of the traffic I see on the M23 passing Gatwick, but the drivers tend to be a general mix of people.

Nothing formal, just a cup of coffee and a natter about old cars for an hour or so. Will go with majority location decision. Sorry for short(ish) notice. EDIT - decision on location made. 1:30pm, or half past 13 if you're that way inclined. https://www.brewhouseproject.co.uk

It also described my grandad

The ‘should have given up driving years ago’. Old boy, possibly widowed, driving his 4th car on the trot which he said “would see him through until he’s gone/forced to give up” purchased new 15 years ago. 40mph on any road including motorways. Car again isn’t marque specific, possibly a Honda because his last Rover had a RELIABLE HONDA ENGINE. Will always be a low spec and doom blue. Several parking battle scars, some of which have been repaired with smoothly* applied Isopon and a rattle can as he knows if he puts in a claim for each one his insurers will terminate the policy. Wing mirror hanging off which wasn’t the driver’s fault so won’t repair it. He wears aviator shaped bifocal glasses, a cream jacket and a hat while driving, even in the height of summer, the temperature control is set to the middle all year round, and recirculate is on to keep out the traffic fumes. The only people who may have a lift somewhere are his friends at the local Men’s shed or the lawn bowling club. Drives home from the latter having eaten sandwiches from the provided tea and 6 pints of mild.

The 307CC is for too fancy for ‘The Sunday.’, but I bet they enjoy listening to Jeremy Vine at home.

The Sunday A couple in a car, not necessarily giffers but 40+, normally Japanese or Korean in manufacture but could also be a Peugeot 307 diesel, meandering aimlessly around the countryside. Previously owned Rovers but stopped buying them because the R3 was too controversially styled. Sat nav or mobile is in a windscreen mounted holder slap bang in middle of the driver's eye-line. Husband/male partner normally driving. Normally looking for a new garden centre, tea rooms, picnic spot or National Trust/English Heritage place, or on a coastal road looking to see if there is an open fish & chip restaurant. Top speed is 10mph less than the road's speed limit at the request of the wife, except 30 where they normally float at around 40 because they are now going too slow. Anyone driving faster than them, but within the speed limit is a maniac. Anyone over the speed limit is too fast for their reactions to catch up with. Radio not on as it's a distractions, and if they have kids in the car they must sit in deafening silence because they will also distract the husband. Would rather go through London despite them having to pay £12.50 ULEZ as opposed to the £2.50 Dart Charge because they curse having relatives northeast of the Thames. Must be home in time before it gets dark wherever they travel.

Tosh_lines to match the avatar (assuming that's who it is)

Back home with the now-ex @CaptainBoom Saab. It was a wonderful old thing to pilot back to Sussex. Very comfortable seat and a much smoother ride than the NG9-3. If there was a little more cabin space for someone of my svelte* build I’d be getting one for myself, as it’s nicer handling and riding car than the NG. This one is for stepdaughter’s boyfriend, showed him the ad on here, thought it was worth looking at and compared to the absolute shonkiness of cars in his price range round here it’s a billy bargain; he doesn’t need to worry about ULEZ for the moment, and insurance quotes for a new driver on a first car were very reasonable adding madam as a named driver at around £1500 for the year - cheaper than some more modern hatchbacks.

Car purchased.

No caper thread, but destination achieved. Just outside of Sevenoaks

Doesn't do above 40mph because they have a top speed of 43? When on a motorway or dual carriageway the driver manages to eke 45 out of it, engine revving its bollocks out, and won't get out middle lane

Various PMs sent to another shiter, then a few texts and a 20 minute phone chat. Collection caper tomorrow PM.

The ‘Luxury’ Airport Transfer A black people mover, usually a Ford Galaxy, being piloted by someone who has their seat set so they are just peering over the top of the steering wheel and looks only dead ahead. Niche MW station on the radio but could be received in full carity on DAB. Wears some kind of hands free in their lughole. Carries one or zero passengers per journey. Normally found in the centremost lane(s) of a motorway or dual carriageway just fast enough to poodle past an HGV but holds up any coaches. On a two-lane carriageway is in the outside lane doing 50. Cuts across everyone 5 yards from the exit as he has done this drive eleventy-twelve million times before and knows the route off by heart but otherwise pays no attention to the road or its users. Does 35mph on all other roads irrespective of speed limit. Shares the car with his brother, cousin or an in-law who does the night shift

V was about the era they introduced the Maxi 2, also had a series 1 HLS grille. Could be the old Duffer did it up using what he could get

Nipped down to Gosport this afternoon to look at a potential car for Miss_dustbin’s boyfriend, which turned out to be yet another dud, so as punishment I got him to snap this we saw on the way back. Mr & Mrs Giffer out somewhere. It looked pretty tidy. @keef do you know of this one? 1750 HLS GKR 242V on Serck plates too. Must be a very late Maxi 1.