Rounding the corner, even though it was a daytime raid, the bright glow of my target, the BMW dealership, came into view. They are not expecting me, I thought, as I throttled back on my approach off the A22. Hopefully they won’t notice the gruff burble of the flat four until it’s too late!
I spotted no traffic to speak of as I set my course across the second roundabout, steadying the steering wheel in my clammy hands. “This one’s for Dicky Dorkman”! I shouted to no-one in particular, as I was alone in the cabin. Dicky was a former Wagon owner who now drove a large German Touring Estate, and could not therefore be trusted.
On my final approach now, I gunned the throttle and swung across the line of bushes outside the forecourt, scattering many potential sales targets to the safety of the showroom! Deftly flicking the auto-tailgate-release button, I felt the steering go light as my load discharged across a line of nearly-new German bargains!
“Here’s some Subaru brochures you lucky blighters!” I shouted as I wound down the passenger window and gave the finger to the Senior Sales Executive, who emerged from behind a red 320 diesel.
I tore my gaze from his round staring eyes and shaking fist as he was shouting, and focussed on his lips. Fortunately, my Squadron lip-reading training meant that I could make out his cursing clearly. He called out: “Achtung! Achtung! Hier kommt der 555 Wagen Gruppe!!!"
I smiled and pulled away towards the A22 and home………………………………
Due to my IN CAR DELAYED POSITIONING IMAGE CAPTURE facility, I was able to get this shot on one of my passes.
