Reg on the subject of Spitfires . My younger brother had one I found them uncomfortable VERY . I tried to learn my brother to drive but his mind was always elsewhere . Heading along our main road a young girl with a short skirt on was leaning over a pram attending to her child . My brother forgot the road homed in and I had to grab the s/wheel . I played hell with him . Took him to an ancient salt road put down long before cars thought of . Only used by farmers now , I thought he was out of harms way and he ended in a dyke . I had to get a farmer to pull him out . I once got a loan of his Spit as my car was off the road in a garage . I had to put petrol in but had met a stunning girl at a dance hall and asked her for a date . She took me to her home to introduce me to her parents . Nice people Her dad was a blacksmith shook my hand and I felt my bones crack . My first thought was "OH HELL" BE GOOD OR ELSE. His Vauxhall was playing him up and he asked if my brother could fix it . I told him "not the way he drives" . We off to a lakeside she had known, very quiet . What a body ( not the Spit ) I had to keep coming up for air and also very much like Dolly Parton . I was on another planet BUT AS BLOODY ALWAYS . What did happen but a bumble bee shot in the car and down her stunning cleavage . What the hell do I do if I put my hand down to try and get it to go it may sting her if not it still might sting me . But to be honest I was thinking BLACKSMITH STRENGTH HELP !! he was never going to believe us broken bones came to mind many times . But thank goodness it came out and flew away . It sort of killed my evening . I still eat honey .BUT I HATE BUMBLE BEES AND OPEN TOP SPITS .
ps. Last year at a car show I was chatting to a woman and she belonged the same village the girl did, knew her well . Told me she is now a grand mother of several kids .
