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On Holiday in Cornwall last weekend vsisiting friends:
Day one we noticed a car in the car park (remote area) of the hotel had a puncture. Unfortunately he had no spare only a can of foam repair kit and the hole was in the sidewall of the tyre. Luckily for him he had the same car as me so I loaned him my spare in the hope he would return it after getting a new tyre - he did. Offered me a drink but I refused.
Same car park 2 days later young lad in a Vectra changing brake pads which had given up that day. He's bought a set to fit but had no 7MM allen key so I drove to my friends and borrowed one for him. No biggie for me but saved hima lot of hassle.
While walking the dog we often pick up litter left by local teenagers who've been partying there and pop it in the bin so the local wildlife don't get caught or choke. Soe of the small platic bags with symbols on are 'interesting'.
Day one we noticed a car in the car park (remote area) of the hotel had a puncture. Unfortunately he had no spare only a can of foam repair kit and the hole was in the sidewall of the tyre. Luckily for him he had the same car as me so I loaned him my spare in the hope he would return it after getting a new tyre - he did. Offered me a drink but I refused.
Same car park 2 days later young lad in a Vectra changing brake pads which had given up that day. He's bought a set to fit but had no 7MM allen key so I drove to my friends and borrowed one for him. No biggie for me but saved hima lot of hassle.
While walking the dog we often pick up litter left by local teenagers who've been partying there and pop it in the bin so the local wildlife don't get caught or choke. Soe of the small platic bags with symbols on are 'interesting'.
AstonZagato said:
We drove to a village and begged a length of hosepipe and syphoned some fuel from our car. I'd never done it before but it is one of the most horrible things imaginable as you first get a lung-full of caustic petrol fumes, followed my a mouthful of the stuff. Ick.
Got them mobile again though.
Got something a bit better than a card from them
Why didn't you go to a petrol station and buy a can? Got them mobile again though.
Got something a bit better than a card from them
Fotic said:
AstonZagato said:
We drove to a village and begged a length of hosepipe and syphoned some fuel from our car. I'd never done it before but it is one of the most horrible things imaginable as you first get a lung-full of caustic petrol fumes, followed my a mouthful of the stuff. Ick.
Got them mobile again though.
Got something a bit better than a card from them
Why didn't you go to a petrol station and buy a can? Got them mobile again though.
Got something a bit better than a card from them
I am always happy to help someone but the big one that sticks in my mind was a while back we were heading down the M6 after visiting bonnie Scotland,it was raining like mad and had started to go dark.We saw a MK2 Golf on the hard shoulder.
The wife passed a comment about our son being able to fix it as he knew them inside out just as we spotted a woman walking down the hard shoulder carrying a small child.Without hesitation I stopped and offered help and she was a bit hesitant at first but jumped in the back of the car.
She said the Golf had overheated and the oil light came on,she had been there an hour hoping somebody would stop but no-one did so decided to walk off the m-way.
She was acting a bit odd and I just knew there was something going on with her but never got to the bottom of it.Anyway I suggested we take her to find a petrol station for some oil and water,get her car going and see what happens.
This all happened just North of Preston so it took a few minutes to get to the next junction and find a petrol station,she started getting agitated this woman and started asking us where we were taking her.Anyway we got to a garage and she went in to get stuff but came out again asking if I could lend her some money as she had left her purse in the car.I gave her £20 and we headed back to the stricken Golf (a trip and a half,back up to the next junction and down again).When we got back to her car she could not wait to get out,I said there is an umbrella on the floor,would she pass it me,she snapped 'I dont need it,I just need to get going'.To which I replied 'it is for me not you.'
She was in a blind panic at this point and did not even want me to shine a light to top up the fluids under the bonnet.
The car had cooled down and it started,I suggested she take it easy as to not do any more damage to the engine to which she replied 'oh it has no MOT or anything I will be scrapping it soon.'I told her we would follow her until we got to our junction but when she set off she was going far too fast and I just let her go.
Very strange experience and I have often wondered if she was up to no good with the kid in some paternity battle or something.I was glad we had stopped but even more glad when we got to our junction and never saw her again.
The wife passed a comment about our son being able to fix it as he knew them inside out just as we spotted a woman walking down the hard shoulder carrying a small child.Without hesitation I stopped and offered help and she was a bit hesitant at first but jumped in the back of the car.
She said the Golf had overheated and the oil light came on,she had been there an hour hoping somebody would stop but no-one did so decided to walk off the m-way.
She was acting a bit odd and I just knew there was something going on with her but never got to the bottom of it.Anyway I suggested we take her to find a petrol station for some oil and water,get her car going and see what happens.
This all happened just North of Preston so it took a few minutes to get to the next junction and find a petrol station,she started getting agitated this woman and started asking us where we were taking her.Anyway we got to a garage and she went in to get stuff but came out again asking if I could lend her some money as she had left her purse in the car.I gave her £20 and we headed back to the stricken Golf (a trip and a half,back up to the next junction and down again).When we got back to her car she could not wait to get out,I said there is an umbrella on the floor,would she pass it me,she snapped 'I dont need it,I just need to get going'.To which I replied 'it is for me not you.'
She was in a blind panic at this point and did not even want me to shine a light to top up the fluids under the bonnet.
The car had cooled down and it started,I suggested she take it easy as to not do any more damage to the engine to which she replied 'oh it has no MOT or anything I will be scrapping it soon.'I told her we would follow her until we got to our junction but when she set off she was going far too fast and I just let her go.
Very strange experience and I have often wondered if she was up to no good with the kid in some paternity battle or something.I was glad we had stopped but even more glad when we got to our junction and never saw her again.
eddy02 said:
I am always happy to help someone but the big one that sticks in my mind was a while back we were heading down the M6 after visiting bonnie Scotland,it was raining like mad and had started to go dark.We saw a MK2 Golf on the hard shoulder.
The wife passed a comment about our son being able to fix it as he knew them inside out just as we spotted a woman walking down the hard shoulder carrying a small child.Without hesitation I stopped and offered help and she was a bit hesitant at first but jumped in the back of the car.
She said the Golf had overheated and the oil light came on,she had been there an hour hoping somebody would stop but no-one did so decided to walk off the m-way.
She was acting a bit odd and I just knew there was something going on with her but never got to the bottom of it.Anyway I suggested we take her to find a petrol station for some oil and water,get her car going and see what happens.
This all happened just North of Preston so it took a few minutes to get to the next junction and find a petrol station,she started getting agitated this woman and started asking us where we were taking her.Anyway we got to a garage and she went in to get stuff but came out again asking if I could lend her some money as she had left her purse in the car.I gave her £20 and we headed back to the stricken Golf (a trip and a half,back up to the next junction and down again).When we got back to her car she could not wait to get out,I said there is an umbrella on the floor,would she pass it me,she snapped 'I dont need it,I just need to get going'.To which I replied 'it is for me not you.'
She was in a blind panic at this point and did not even want me to shine a light to top up the fluids under the bonnet.
The car had cooled down and it started,I suggested she take it easy as to not do any more damage to the engine to which she replied 'oh it has no MOT or anything I will be scrapping it soon.'I told her we would follow her until we got to our junction but when she set off she was going far too fast and I just let her go.
Very strange experience and I have often wondered if she was up to no good with the kid in some paternity battle or something.I was glad we had stopped but even more glad when we got to our junction and never saw her again.
On that stretch of motorway she was most likely, with that behaviour, on a drugs run.The wife passed a comment about our son being able to fix it as he knew them inside out just as we spotted a woman walking down the hard shoulder carrying a small child.Without hesitation I stopped and offered help and she was a bit hesitant at first but jumped in the back of the car.
She said the Golf had overheated and the oil light came on,she had been there an hour hoping somebody would stop but no-one did so decided to walk off the m-way.
She was acting a bit odd and I just knew there was something going on with her but never got to the bottom of it.Anyway I suggested we take her to find a petrol station for some oil and water,get her car going and see what happens.
This all happened just North of Preston so it took a few minutes to get to the next junction and find a petrol station,she started getting agitated this woman and started asking us where we were taking her.Anyway we got to a garage and she went in to get stuff but came out again asking if I could lend her some money as she had left her purse in the car.I gave her £20 and we headed back to the stricken Golf (a trip and a half,back up to the next junction and down again).When we got back to her car she could not wait to get out,I said there is an umbrella on the floor,would she pass it me,she snapped 'I dont need it,I just need to get going'.To which I replied 'it is for me not you.'
She was in a blind panic at this point and did not even want me to shine a light to top up the fluids under the bonnet.
The car had cooled down and it started,I suggested she take it easy as to not do any more damage to the engine to which she replied 'oh it has no MOT or anything I will be scrapping it soon.'I told her we would follow her until we got to our junction but when she set off she was going far too fast and I just let her go.
Very strange experience and I have often wondered if she was up to no good with the kid in some paternity battle or something.I was glad we had stopped but even more glad when we got to our junction and never saw her again.
All of mine seem to be animal related.
Was walking back to work after lunch, heard something behind me, turned around to be greeted by a Staffie's tongue in my face (I'm 6' tall - it was a big leap for the dog!)
Looked after it for a while, drove all round the local neighbourhood but couldn't find anyone looking for a dog. Took it to local police station eventually.
Driving to work, turn the first corner and there's a siamese cat asleep on top of a speedbump. It was a freezing cold day, and cat didn't move until poked. It became clear the cat was very old and probably blind. SSPCA wasn't interested and I didn't have time to get to local cat shelter. I lived in a rented block of flats with strict "no animals" policy and annoying neighbours, and the cat was noisy... So I ended up making it a nice snuggly bed in my car, and I went out to warm up the car every 2 hours until the next morning when I could get to the cat shelter. They never found an owner, but one of the staff adopted it so it had a happy ending.
Leaving a shopping centre when I notice a dog acting panicky and walking back and forth over a busy fast road. I ran over and grabbed it to get it off the road (big frightened dog - I was 100% sure I'd get bitten, but I managed to calm it down). There's a tag on the dog's collar but all that was on it was a postcode and "Sandy"! Who on earth only puts a postcode on a tag??? So I pointed Google Maps at the post-code as I didn't know the area well. 1h30m walk away *sigh*. Had to use my belt as a lead and hold my trousers up while walking the dog home. Luckily found someone that recognised it and they called the owner who came and got it. It had escaped on the other side of the shopping centre.
Driving on a NSL road and see a German Shorthaired Pointer looking very sorry for itself at the side of the road. Pull over, dogs darts away terrified. All I had in the car to lure it was a pack of mini pancakes. It was absolutely terrified (tail between legs, shaking, drooling, running away at the slightest movement) and I didn't want it to panic and run into the road... So I sat on the ground to be as un-intimidating as possible and threw it bits of pancake. Eventually it came over and had a bit of pancake - so I named him pancake and decided if nobody claimed him I'd keep him as he looked like a lovely dog. Drove him to the local police station (was worried about putting a big frightened dog in a confined space but he LOVED the car and relaxed straight away inside it). His owners picked him up the next day
. Randomly found a post by his owners on facebook saying that "Lazer" was back home. LAZER??? HIS NAME IS PANCAKE!
There were a few others as well. I keep my dogs' spare leads and collars in the car at all times now...
Was walking back to work after lunch, heard something behind me, turned around to be greeted by a Staffie's tongue in my face (I'm 6' tall - it was a big leap for the dog!)
Looked after it for a while, drove all round the local neighbourhood but couldn't find anyone looking for a dog. Took it to local police station eventually.
Driving to work, turn the first corner and there's a siamese cat asleep on top of a speedbump. It was a freezing cold day, and cat didn't move until poked. It became clear the cat was very old and probably blind. SSPCA wasn't interested and I didn't have time to get to local cat shelter. I lived in a rented block of flats with strict "no animals" policy and annoying neighbours, and the cat was noisy... So I ended up making it a nice snuggly bed in my car, and I went out to warm up the car every 2 hours until the next morning when I could get to the cat shelter. They never found an owner, but one of the staff adopted it so it had a happy ending.
Leaving a shopping centre when I notice a dog acting panicky and walking back and forth over a busy fast road. I ran over and grabbed it to get it off the road (big frightened dog - I was 100% sure I'd get bitten, but I managed to calm it down). There's a tag on the dog's collar but all that was on it was a postcode and "Sandy"! Who on earth only puts a postcode on a tag??? So I pointed Google Maps at the post-code as I didn't know the area well. 1h30m walk away *sigh*. Had to use my belt as a lead and hold my trousers up while walking the dog home. Luckily found someone that recognised it and they called the owner who came and got it. It had escaped on the other side of the shopping centre.
Driving on a NSL road and see a German Shorthaired Pointer looking very sorry for itself at the side of the road. Pull over, dogs darts away terrified. All I had in the car to lure it was a pack of mini pancakes. It was absolutely terrified (tail between legs, shaking, drooling, running away at the slightest movement) and I didn't want it to panic and run into the road... So I sat on the ground to be as un-intimidating as possible and threw it bits of pancake. Eventually it came over and had a bit of pancake - so I named him pancake and decided if nobody claimed him I'd keep him as he looked like a lovely dog. Drove him to the local police station (was worried about putting a big frightened dog in a confined space but he LOVED the car and relaxed straight away inside it). His owners picked him up the next day
. Randomly found a post by his owners on facebook saying that "Lazer" was back home. LAZER??? HIS NAME IS PANCAKE!There were a few others as well. I keep my dogs' spare leads and collars in the car at all times now...
Edited by bigbob77 on Wednesday 6th April 16:22
I managed a good deed today, went out to pick up a tripod for my wife and coming back I spotted a phone in the middle of the road, I managed to stop and pick it up before it was ran over and as it had the driving licence with it I thought I would try the address even though it was in the opposite direction. Got there and she wasn't in so went to the police station to hand it in, well I would have done if the front desk was open! Luckily a police car pulled into the car park and I handed to to him.
Got a text earlier from the woman thanking me.
Got a text earlier from the woman thanking me.
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