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Tim Bentinck HGV — Volkswagen 1500

10 Мар 2015 | Author: dima | Комментарии отключены

Cars and Trucks

When I was 22 I got a 2 Heavy Goods Vehicle licence. This means I can any size of rigid truck artics though, that’s a 1). I got it before I went to the Bristol Old Vic School. At the drama audition I had to do for the County Council, they seem too impressed with my but when they asked if I had any strings to your bow?, I them I drove trucks. looked at each other and I got my whole two year course for. This on top of paying for a year degree course at UEA History of Art. Those the days — this both my sons are graduating £20,000 overdrafts!

I was already an driver. I’d learned to off-road as a child and from the age of 10 was to back my father’s VW Beetle out of the and turn it round, so my clutch was ingrained. We went to a scrapyard I was 12 and bought an old engine, and took the thing to bits to learn how it I had two weeks of lessons with a Instructor, and I passed my test, a month after my 17th I’d driven round bought a diesel Mercedes in and tried to sell it in Morrocco, and a minibus full of Australians and coast to coast and back in the USA.

When I left school I delivering material for shirts for my brother-in-law to outworkers in the suburbs, a Hoda 50 moped. I earned to buy my first car — a Volkswagen stepback — the saloon of the Variant. I set off to drive it to India, got as far as and heard I’d got a B in English but my language A-levels and so decided to back and take them That’s when the car started wrong. This was the real of twenty years of tinkering cars. Until very when I finally bought a new all the cars I ever had have to go wrong, in new, malign and ways, ever since.

I lived in France and Germany for a bit and French and German in the autumn. as a university student, I had the use of my father’s old Beetle and he eventually gave it to me. I more time underneath it driving it. Judy and I stayed on in after drama school, and our first little house in I spent the time doing up the doing fringe theatre, the voiceover in London, and the rest of the being an agency driver for It was brilliant. Every day I’d be on a new job a different truck. Then Christmas, Rowntree Macintosh in needed extra drivers to to towns and villages in South and I became semi permanent. The had a big Yorkie poster on the side, so I was Yorkie Man’ (think Welsh accent).

I had a few accidents, overhead strip lights in station forecourts, and dragging skips down the road me, wiping out a couple of cars oh and jettisoning 10 pallettes of yeast in the lane of the M4. The one thing I didn’t until the end of my time there was how the drivers got back at three in the and I didn’t finish until eight and nine. It turned out out you have to deliver EVERYTHING all the others came back full — I always back late and empty of diesel once as well, but another story.

From student days my cars have been as

VW 1500N Stepback . White. I the hubcaps off to make it look I got sideswiped by a maniac and tried to do the repairs myself, using filler and an orbital sander. It ended up looking like an photo of the Somme. Scrapped.

VW Karmann Ghia Convertible . The blew up when I was in Liverpool the car stuffed full of all my possessions 3 years at university and my Pa was forced buying a reconditioned one for it. This one was a carb conversion job. It was driving a Porsche. Bliss. So Pa it back.

Citroen Ami Super . Red. Free if I could get it Ran it down the longest hill in with a cliff at the bottom and the caught just at the same that I found the brakes work. Stuffed it into and yanked the handbrake. Inches to Like a wolf in sheep’s looked like a Deux but went like a rocket. like a boat but stayed on the Comfy seats. Drove it to France and back. A week we got back we scrapped it because it was too to pass its MOT. When the lorry put a chain around its and lifted it up, the whole chassis

VW Beetle 1200 . White. from student friend. Scrapped.

Renault 4 . Grey. to us by Judy’s parents. Thank but dreadful. Scrapped.

Morris . Blue. Given to us by Judy’s Harry. An urban Wagen was so smashed up, that no one messed you. Given to best Jon. I think he scrapped it.

204 Convertible Coupé . White. My proper car. I loved it. a girl’s car really, Marianne in Paris with the wind in her but I was sleeping in it in a wood in Wales the Argeninians invaded the Falklands. The night I stayed in ‘The in Portmeirion. A perfect match for the Eventually sold it.

VW Scirocco . Metallic Brown. The Sky A real sports car. quick. Scary but fab! to a young lad who fell in love at acceleration.

VW Type II Camper Van . and White. LHD. The boys up in this, and I used to sleep in it staying in Birmingham for the Archers. The didn’t work so I had a butane gas system fitted, that of worked, sometimes, but there was frost on the inside of the windscreen. I loved it. Sold it to an Aussie who it off round Europe.

Honda . Silver. When I went to buy it, the plate read A925 MUM

‘A nine-to-five mum’. I ‘this number plate is a fortune’. Bought it, got it back and that the real registration was MVM. The woman who sold it to me was Part-exchanged it. The engine actually died on the run-in to the Fiat

Fiat Cinquecento . Grey. one in Greece and thought it would be for town. Yeah. Not up and down the to Birmingham when the trains are on though. Sold it.

Renault . Red. Getting more up. Long drives in Europe, but and ultimately started to go very Part exchanged it for the Alhambra.

Arosa 16 valve Sport . My first new car at the age of 47! I’ve still got it I, and my son Will, are still in lerve! a rocket on rails. Tiny tank though.