Yet Another Memory
A Bit Random
Having seen several photographs accompanying certain articles, I have been roused to share this tale with you all.
My friend John drove a Ford V8 Pilot that was somewhat different to the others. It was different in the sense that the front wings had been severely cut down, to the point where they only just supported the large chrome headlights. In these times very few cars had windscreen washers, only the very latest models had them as they were a new thing. We drivers of older cars were quite inventive, so made use of an empty “Squeezy” washing up liquid bottle. Filled with water, it could be aimed at the windscreen, by way of an arm poked through the opened door window and squirted onto the screen. Boom !
John didn’t live in Laindon, although he hung out with the Laindon boys. His knowledge of areas outside of my scope of familiarity were, to me at that time, astounding. One day we had been to a distant land known as Ingatestone and on the way home via Stock, John asked me to give his screen a squirt. I did so, but he told me it wasn’t enough to clear the screen. He then suggested that I stand on the seat and sit on the door while the window was open, thereby being able to reach further and have more effect. So there I am, hanging out of the window, with only my legs in the car, concentrating on my task, when suddenly a huge torrent of water engulfed me. John’s knowledge of the area told him that a ford was coming up, and he timed it perfectly to soak me to the skin, by way of the cut down wings. The b******. That’s what mates are for!
It was photos of the ford along Wash Road that rekindled this memory, in case anyone wondered what had inspired this ramble.