bummer story james....sounds like it could have
been worse......at least your walking......
----- Original Message -----
From: "James Carruthers" <j.carruthers@rave.ac.uk>
To: <spitfires@autox.team.net>; <henry.carruthers@zoom.co.uk>;
<k.chan@rave.ac.uk>
Sent: Friday, April 25, 2003 2:59 PM
Subject: My First Spitfire... before the anesthetic wears off...
> My first Spitfire was a lovely Pimento red Spitfire... sadly rather
> shabby... but mechanically reasonable - it got me around.... and I loved
> it to bits...
>
> (past tense? can you see where Im going with this?)
>
> Anyway, it bought me much joy over the 1 1/2 years of ownership,
> learning how to fix it... constantly messing around with it...
>
> I'd just put a shiney new exhaust on the car, everything was great...
> tuned up... flying like a dream.
>
> On my last day of work one easter holiday, I took the car in to show a
> few friends and colleagues, my pride and joy. I even gave a fellow Spit
> lister a drive around, bringing back memories.
>
> At about 6 on Friday, I left work, the weather was rather bad, but no
> worries as the wipers were working...
>
> So, Im cruising along... its not nice in this weather but I have to get
> home... on to the M25 I go...
>
> 20 minutes later....
>
> rear view mirror!
>
> blue cavalier!
>
> bang!
>
> wheeeeeeeeeeee... a nice 360 panorama view of the motorway....
>
> errrr.... ouch.... blood... now Im facing the hard shoulder.... in the
> fast lane.... more blood... this isn't too good....
>
> looking right I see the traffic... phew... they're slowing down...
>
> more blood... all over my trousers...
>
> "you all right mate?"
>
> "yeah... just bleeding a bit..."
>
> ouch... my teeth...
>
> so I get out... this is fun... the whole of the M25 has come to a stand
> still for me...
>
> a bit shaken... bloody hell! look at the back of my car!... it's a write
> off!
>
> the guy tells me to go over to the hard shoulder.... I go there...
> picking up some of my tools that are scattered around... had my entire
> toolbox in the car...
>
> About 6 or 7 guys pushed the car... the rear end was stopping the wheels
> from turning... "luckily" it was wet so it slid quite well...
>
> Im on the hard shoulder... a guy gives me some water - everybody asks if
> im ok... Im the only one injured out of the 3 cars...
>
> Ambulance arrive... take care of me good... give a statement to the
> police...
>
> "do you think you could get my tool box?" - it has *all* my tools in it...
>
> "no, its wedged in good and tight"...
>
> Do you wear glasses?
>
> "No... er... I mean yes... why don't I have them on?"
>
> Feel face... nope...
>
> Oddly I feel quite happy...
>
> "Anything else you want from the car sir?
>
> "Seen the number plate? I'd quite like it...."
>
> "Nope, if I find it I'll bag it and send it to you.... I used to have
> one of them myself...."
>
> In hospital... "you'll feel much worse tomorrow".... er... thanks...
>
> Tetanus? Yummy, yes please...
>
> Stitches... err.. ok... 7 of them in my upper gum... more blood...
>
>
>
> That's the story so far..... photos of the Spit tomorrow when my Dad
> goes and rescues the tools.... (and anything else that is loose...) if I
> can make the pilgrimage I will... just for one last time... but I have a
> bad feeling that tomorrow I'll be in bed....
>
>
>
>
>
> James
>
>
> Pimento Red...... (tears)
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