Facebook idiot of the day 14/12/14

[Jonahinoz]

I remember one of the lads at college, was adamant that Vauxhall was a british company!

fail on your part, founded in 1857 in England, granted now owned by gm since 1925, but still English.

Was about to point this out my self.

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Hi<

Various of the above mails brought back memories...

Circa 1959 at the RAF Driving School, Weeton, near Blackpool. I caught a WAAF (actually WRAF) trainee topping up the engine oil a Standard Vanguard ... through the dip-stick hole.

And another WAAF adding oil to the oil-pan type air cleaner, pouring oil straight into the carburettor. I jumped in, yelled for a push-start (lots of trainees standing around) and departed the hanger in a cloud of smoke. I passed two Warrant Officers walking alongside the football pitch ... as I drove back down the other side of the pitch, I could see them still finding their way out of the smoke.

At RAF Sharjah (two hoots and a holler from Dubai) I had the job of changing the petrol filters on an aircraft refueller (they filtered the fuel going into the aircraft). I finished up with two big, topless, oil drums full of unwanted aviation spirit ... with nothing to use it in. An Arab labourer saw us using it to wash vehicle parts, so thought he could take a bath in it. He slowly lowered himself in, and shot out when things started to become uncomfortable. Regretfully, I had to tip the best part of 100 gallons of "jungle juice" into the sand.

Slightly OT, still at Sharjah ... an RAF policeman came into our billet one night, asked if we knew Sparky, the electrician. Yes! He then asked us to accompany him to the runway, where we found Sparky, extremely drunk, riding a bike up and down the runway, chased by another copper in a Land Rover ... while a waiting Britannia circled overhead.

Back in UK, we had a big ramp for HGVs, made out of steel girders. A driver had difficulty getting an AEC Matador up the wet slope.
So he backed up, took a run, got up the slope, and did a crash stop on the horizontal bit. The ramp folded up underneath him, ever so gently.

Happy days,

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