TROOPING OF THE COLOUR

[Gil Boyd]

That took me back to a layby on the A1 where we had pulled in a foreign artic and trailer one sunny morning.
To set the scene, the layby was a weigh bridge layby for examination of HGV's at the time.

The centre island with high raised kerbs of about 12" were designed for Ministry men to be able to converse with the drivers as they passed either side of the island.

Police motor cycles were always parked on the central island out of the way, and had an opening on the ramp as you drove in to accomodate them.

My mate on his BMW saw the most beautiful driver of this lorry, having pulled her in, what he totally forgot about whilst he stared into her beautiful eyes on the left hand side of the cab, was the height of the island, which he had negotiated many many times before.

He put his leg out to ramp up his bike, but there was nothng there, next thing he has a BMW Police bike parked on top of him, with the exhaust burning a lovely patch out of his trousers just above the boots and through to his skin.
After we rescued him from his hot stuff, we then cooled him down with a cold can of coke provided by the lovely Spanish famale driver.

Just thought I would share that with you. They didn't exchange any details by the way, so a sad day all round. Its a dirty job and someone has to do it