To be fair didn’t Birmingham council go bust and it was found that one company was charging them £700k a year to take one child to their special school once a day…. That looks like the perfect vehicle to give up your day job and live a life of luxury running a child to school once a day
You'd probably have to go fetch them back again later though, doubling the workload.
Or just a standard invalid scooter. Not restricted to disabled people, anyone can have one.A solution for some:
eShopping Trolley
Like Class 2 & 3 vehicles they can be used on roads, footpaths, pedestrian area, and stores.
Trolley is same size as a standard large shopping trolley. Larger wheels with battery & motors in the lower chassis below the basket.
Also has a driver platform that you stand on and steer / control from. Your "Door 2 Door" transport solution with shopping/load capabilities.
Optional "Rain Cover" for goods and driver.
Can be parked anywhere for free. Used on roads (won't break the Wales 20mph limit), no road tax, not MOT, no compulsory insurance requirement. Sadly you can't use them in Bus Lanes.
When we get a few together we can legally do the truckers slow overtake holding up traffic. Best done in front of GOV/Parlimentry/Official vehicles
Yes they are available for all. I'm actually unable to walk far without pain or blisters an have a Blue Badge.
When my partner had to lose a leg, we enquired about DLA/PIP. We were told, and I think it is on gov.uk website, if you can navigate the maze, that once retired, you can't get a new award. If you have a PIP before retirement, it continues, but if, like my partner, you become disabled after retirement, no extra benefits.
Oh deers. Burglars casing the joint!
Reminds me of an old customer, now sadly passed away. He had a 7.5 tonne Cherokee Sun Voyager complete with Renault 11GTL? on an A frame he used to take across Europe regularly. Leaving a campsite his friend didn't quite release the handbrake on the Renault fully, around 50 miles into the journey in the middle of the night my customer noticed showers of sparks from his rear view camera. On pulling over he found the Renault was on the brake back plates skidding along, no hubs, drums or wheels!!! He did get some s/h wheels and hubs so brought it back home and I put it to rights again.
Aye, it's a weird one isn't it? As many will know I live near one of the busiest east/west roads in our city and often drive along it or walk beside it. From time to time, especially when walking, I'll hear the typical "crumply" noise of a vehicle being driven with a flat tyre. I've been taking walks along this road, because it's one of the ways I can get off onto the footpaths etc, for the last 40 something years and I realize, now I'm thinking about it, that I've been aware of people driving with a flat much more of late than previously. Could be simply that people just don't have a spare any more so are electing to drive to one of the several tyre stores in the area. Maybe also that people don't understand how to use the silly can of goo that most cars now come with instead of a spare - some are really not that simple to use. Also, of course, these cans of goo can only work if the puncture is a simple one, a large gash or tyre which has unseated from the rim and you're scuppered.
Not quite on the same subject but reminds me of a clutch change I did in a Morris Minor shortly after I went to work in the wee country BMC/BL dealership. The whole thing was "fried" - probably the worst heat damage I've ever seen in a clutch. I called the boss over and showed him the damage and he wasn't at all surprised. The elderly chap who owned the car had a big problem with his joints, arthritis I suppose? Anyway it hurt him to bend his knees. He only used second most of the time and third gear occasionally and would work the clutch with his leg straight but sliding his body around on the seat so as to operate it with his leg straight, slipping it until the car "caught up" and then again slipping it when he had to slow down below what the car could cope with in second. You could hear him coming, with the revs screaming away, long before the car came into sight. Came in for it's annual service and a clutch every year!Reminds me of an old customer, now sadly passed away. He had a 7.5 tonne Cherokee Sun Voyager complete with Renault 11GTL? on an A frame he used to take across Europe regularly. Leaving a campsite his friend didn't quite release the handbrake on the Renault fully, around 50 miles into the journey in the middle of the night my customer noticed showers of sparks from his rear view camera. On pulling over he found the Renault was on the brake back plates skidding along, no hubs, drums or wheels!!! He did get some s/h wheels and hubs so brought it back home and I put it to rights again.
Of course with such a massive vehicle and big American V8 Diesel the drag was not apparent or visible until too late.
Re looking under the bonnet I think that with the advent of broken families, there are less fathers around to instruct their off spring on the finer arts of regular maintenance. Most of them think if something breaks and it is not readily available on "Google" they give up. With most academic courses from school on wards seems to be "dumbing down", to the point that they cannot even apply logic to a problem, throw in the stuff they smoke rots what is left of their brains and takes away the will to work then the downward trend is all there is!
, as an apprentice we would hear him driving past the garage engine screaming in the wrong gear and clutch slipping, when queried about it, his reply in a accent more your side of the border than mine was "clutches are cheaper than gears" .
I get paranoid at every different sound I hear on my cars, usually with the thought, "what do I have to fix now"
It's only paranoia if you're "imagining" or even better "hallucinating" the sounds.
I hope it fell down on his head and burried the lot of them.Most of my neighbours were great, knowing it was my trade to feed my children, but one builder type got me to do a load of work on the vehicle he needed for his business, then quibbled on the bill (which was fully itemised and scrupulously fair which he knew), he played the poverty card so much that in the end I reduced the bill to the point that I would have been better off leaving my tools in their box, which he begrudgingly paid.
Less than a week later he bought a house in France as a holiday home plus spending more money on extending his UK home.
The women in my family dont often check the oil unless pushed. Probably about average.
