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RANDOM REMINDER

PUSUIT

They are starting to wear warm clothes again now, the women, but they weren’t in the hot weather early in the new year, particularly at night, especially when in the confines of a caravan making a long aight trip. Of course she shouldn’t have been asleep in the caravan, for it is illegal to have a passenger in one, but it was a very long night trip and she was very tired and what more natural (overlooking momentarily the point of law) that her husband should insist that she retire and have a proper rest?

The lady, who shall be called A, for a very sec-ond-rate reason which will become apparent later, duly composed herself for sleep in the caravan while

up in front her husband drove on through the night. But after a few hours, he decided he would make a stop, and alight from the car. The stop woke his wife who also alighted. But' he didn't know she was not lia bed, and she was not aware, until it was far far too late, that he didn’t know that she was out and about. She made the discovery as the car, and the caravan, roared on up the road. And there she was, in a somewhat flimsy nightgown, at the side of a country road, in the small hours of the morning. But there was some traffic, oh yes. She tried to wave down two cars, the drivers of which accelerated smartly at what they must surely have regarded as mirages. But a motor*

cyclist in a leather suit stopped and was courteous enough to accept her story and to invite her aboard for the pursuit. It was a rough ride, lasting something like 40 miles, and she must have been a sight —a high-speed Lady Godiva perhaps? Gilpin had his moment, so did Paul Revere, but 'this A to gent pursuit deserves a place in history too. Forty miles—<md then the husband clearly regarded a honking motor-cyclist as nothing more than a roadhog, and resolutely refused to move over to let him pass. It took the motorcyclist a further five miles before there was a sufficiently clear stretch of road for him to draw abreast.

Wish we could say that the motorist was a plumber.

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Press, Volume CV, Issue 31013, 19 March 1966, Page 46

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RANDOM REMINDER Press, Volume CV, Issue 31013, 19 March 1966, Page 46

RANDOM REMINDER Press, Volume CV, Issue 31013, 19 March 1966, Page 46