I love The Boy, god knows I do... but he refused to pay attention to the sensitivities of Frida's delicate gearbox... and look what happened... *sigh*
It's true that she had no first gear at the time... it's also true that she was parked at the bottom of a rather steep slope outside a house somewhere on Dartmoor... however, it's also true that I had already managed to successfully negotiate these things in second gear... albeit by taking a bit of a run-up.
The Boy however saw things rather differently.
Perhaps I should have simply shouted, sworn or taken over... but The Babies were strapped into the back seat and I tried to keep a lid on it as he revved and revved and revved and failed to get any further up the hill.
Result: burnt out clutch and a van that wouldn't go. (Secondary result: very sheepish looking Boy in driver's seat, three very curious Babies in back seat... and a very weepy lady owner in the passenger seat.)
Worst of all, we were en route to Cornwall and supposed to be camping out of Frida for the next week.
Dear AA Man,
Please help.
Signed,
Weepy Lady Van Owner
(parked somewhere on Dartmoor)
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