Driver gets his brand new Range Rover stuck on mudflat
Discussion
maybe there needs to be a compulsory course for all new 4x4 owners before they can unlock the 4x4 bits (i.e. they can have a big high car before then, but no off-road bits!)
remember years ago being on a welsh beach in the classic RR - watching a chap with a new L200 pulling out his heavy speedboat, he had the car on shingle and was burning out the clutch with no result, when I commented he said it wasn't an issue as he had just bought the truck and could take it back to the dealer to be replaced as it didn't work! After pointing out that the dealer might recognise a burned out clutch... I hitched up a long rope to the RR - stayed on hard ground further up and pulled truck and boat out in one go!
def. lack of thinking...
I grew up just down the coast from there (Burnham on Sea) and you could guarantee that every summer at least 6 Grockles (tourists in Summerzet parlance) would manage to get their cars stuck in the mud.
Every so often you’d find just the roof of a car – the rest would be buried...
I vividly recall one occasion when my dad instructed me, my brother, my 2 sisters and some other lads to help push a stuck car out of the mud: the driver kept his foot properly planted on the accelerator which spun the rear wheels up nicely when he broke free... sprayed us all from head to foot with stinking and sticky mud.
We got home and my mum was not best pleased - we had to be at church in a matter of minutes and my dad presented her with 4 kids so muddy you could (literally) only see the whites of their eyes…
This was in 1983 and I’m told she still moans at him about it!
First time I ever drove a car was on Burnham/Berrow beach (Old Man’s Citroen CX – the big 7 seater. I was about 9 and he said “you have a go, son but don’t go above 50!”).
First time I ever did a handbrake turn was also on the beach… Brother’s very dodgy and very purple Allegro!
Every so often you’d find just the roof of a car – the rest would be buried...
I vividly recall one occasion when my dad instructed me, my brother, my 2 sisters and some other lads to help push a stuck car out of the mud: the driver kept his foot properly planted on the accelerator which spun the rear wheels up nicely when he broke free... sprayed us all from head to foot with stinking and sticky mud.
We got home and my mum was not best pleased - we had to be at church in a matter of minutes and my dad presented her with 4 kids so muddy you could (literally) only see the whites of their eyes…
This was in 1983 and I’m told she still moans at him about it!
First time I ever drove a car was on Burnham/Berrow beach (Old Man’s Citroen CX – the big 7 seater. I was about 9 and he said “you have a go, son but don’t go above 50!”).
First time I ever did a handbrake turn was also on the beach… Brother’s very dodgy and very purple Allegro!
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