Mad Doc's VERY cheeky kid sister informing me about the M60 Gatso and a speed limit wrote:
Ted - know now what you mean about your father-in-law as a passenger! He's much worse than Joe, Charles, Harry and Angela. It was like being on a driving test all the time. Every so often - he'd ask what the speed limit was and then ask how I knew and when did I see the lolly!
Worse than me and me bruvs and sister?
Steady on J!

Well - I sometimes forget ... and ask the odd questions. Though I do admit Uncle does note if you have not noted or have a COASTal slip!
As she's a teacher - and she lurks on here

Shall have some fun!
Miss Chief wrote:
After two days of this I insured my car for him to drive instead!

Miss Chief of Fun wrote:
Have to say he is rather cool for his age!
He'll be well chuffed to read that. (He's 76)
Miss Chief of the Heel and Toe wrote:
Took him to Wales and some NT places around here . He did most of the driving and guess what - I can now do a heel and toe properly! He taught me!
He's rather good at this skill .. admittedly!

Family are a bit odd by Swiss standards. This is the country which refuses motor sport on its patch. Their motor sports "stars" train over the border - and the Swiss riff raff to whom I am related as direct cousin to one set and "once removed one" from the other mob - as most on here are aware are very enthusiastic about their wheels.
Miss Chief wrote:
As you go down the A6144 there are 50 mph repeaters but no red oblong informing that the limit has in fact changed and even more annoying ... the cam van was illegally parked in the lay-by by the SOS phone.
Now that is very naughty and the sort of thing which does them no favours in the eyes of the most motorists and general public.
As this road feeds directly to the M60 - I assume it's still "verboten" to cyclists!

Have mental visions now of some cyclists new to the area following the road and ending up in danger as a result.

Miss Chief of Apt Description wrote:
Cue Herr von No Nonsense as my passenger on that occasion hitting the mobile phone to complain again and his wife sighing in the back.... I see where Wildy gets it from now!
I can imagine...

Like your description of the old boy!
