Coming off shift one morning....
Many moons ago I used to be a doghandler in the RAF.

We'd just taken delivery (the day before) of a brand new Hawson van and my mate Dave (for that is his name) was driving it back.

Almost back at the dog section, van doing approx 70-75mph, chap in the passenger seat (Walter, nickname) started a conversation...

Walter: "Bet you can't get this into 2nd"

Dave: "Bet I fuckin can!"

Dave then shoved the gear stick into 2nd. The engine did protest (for about 3 seconds) there was a loud bang and plenty of smoke billowed out the back, the van slowly wandered over to the side of the road.
Upon closer inspection of the under the bonnet, found 2 'almost' circular bits of metal (read side of engine) and behind them were two bits of the engine that certainly should never see the light of day, that'll be the pistons then.

In all my days i've never heard 4 blokes laugh as long and loud as we did that morning. One of us walked back to the section, got the other wagon and towed it back, Dave gotr on with the paperwork, explaining how he was driving 'within the limits' and the engine blew up.

Surprising Dave never got reamed for this as it transpired that there were 3 other Hawson vans, brand new, same make/model etc which had also suffered from the same fate as our wagon.

Which means did they drive round like fucking maniacs or was there a design flaw?
(Skeksis 2nd place is 1st loser....., Thu 1 Nov 2007, 16:34, 1 reply)

Doghandler?
Me too.

Only they didn't look like dogs when I picked them up with 10 pints of lager on board.

They did in the morning....
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 23:52, closed)