Start­ing point

The Oldie - - READERS' LETTERS -

SIR: Like Ken­neth Ball (Read­ers’ Let­ters, Septem­ber is­sue), I never once used the starter mo­tor on my ve­hi­cle in the morn­ing. This was be­cause, when my Dad res­cued a Sec­ond World War Jeep from a scrap­yard, he failed to add a starter mo­tor. He stopped up the bul­let holes in the ra­di­a­tor, swept out the sand (which my geog­ra­phy teacher found was from the North African desert), and taught me how to swing a start­ing han­dle. Clothes pegs kept the throt­tle and choke in the pre­cise po­si­tion for start­ing, which it in­vari­ably did.

I worked at Tat­ton Park, Cheshire, and was wel­comed dur­ing snow­falls by car driv­ers stuck in – or on top of, in the case of Mi­nis – snow block­ing the mile-long drive. A pro­ces­sion en­sued; Jeep at the front and Mi­nis at the back.

When petrol went up to 2/3d a gal­lon, I could no longer af­ford to run the Jeep and re­verted to my Raleigh Ram­bler ex-po­lice pedal cy­cle. Dave ‘Tiny’ French, Bath, Som­er­set.

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