The day I rued accepting a placement at Reliant Motors Part II of III.The van driver looks at me but, inexplicably, he continues with his manoeuvre as if I was not there, I hit the brakes, there is a screetching of tyres and I manage to reduce my speed to about 10mph in the space of a few metres but I still hit the van somewhere near it's front nearside corner, I see the expression on the driver's face:
Where the hell did he come from?!Thankfully no-one is hurt, my Escort is immoveable but, unfairly, the transit suffered only minor cosmentic damage. The van driver uses his vehicle to drag my car to the kerbside in Whitehouse Common, amidst clouds of steam and pools of hot water. We pause on the footpath nearby to exchange insurance particulars, the van driver says little (in-line with his company instructions, no doubt) except
I didn't see you and
This is my last day working for this company. With formalities over the van driver sets off to deliver the rest of his parcels. I survey the front of my beloved XR3i, which is now unrecognisable, and then I head for the near-by health centre to use their phone (no mobiles around at that time) to contact my wife,
I was now well late.