about 2 years ago, Me and My Bro went off down to Bristol which is a good trip down, We made a good day of it and hocked up the taller to the car, bear in mind this car is only a ford escort Esta with a crappie 1.8 D engine without a turbo, so we headed off, Ready to go and collect our E30 BMW 5door for 300 nickers, cheap drift slag. So we headed off, Popped down to 24 services for some food and drinks for on the way, Not only food and drinks, but fags, we brought our selfs 20 sigs and that would be enough, headed down and made it there even tho sitting in 6hours worth of traffic, Get to the place and the BMW was in a drty state, not been moved for 6years and not sure if the engine starts. So this guy lives on a huge hill, Middle of winter, freezing cold, well, what can i say, the guy signs his side of the paper work, we attempt to put this BMW onto the trailer, its a hudge massive hill, off we go, both out the car and my bro pushing it, we start to push it up this hill, heres me pushing like im superman, for him to let go and guess what ''starts to roll down the hill, with me attached to the rear end, I dent jump off as this car is going down this hill at some speed, Half 11 at night and Bam! Right into the curb, Lucky enuff im not damaged, but the car, No zorst now, and rear Bumper bent. ''ah well, ill only smash it on the track anyways it'll be fine. So we have a plan to drive the car down with the trailer and winch it on, yeah right, winch is fucked, So heres me with a hammer smashing 10 bells of shit out of the winch and it finally comes apart, pull the car onto the trailer, Hand brake Fails on the escort est. Grate one, but hay, it got the BM onto the trailer, so we start to head up the hill, and down again, no problems, Go to have a fag as where both stressed, Kev you got the fags? No i thought you had them? No, OH shit, i must of thought they was empty and thrown them out the window. FUCKING KNOB!.. i was in a right mood, trying to gaine speed up thease Hills like there mountings, cluch slipping, finally get onto the motorway, and cruise, this time we have fags and there staying in my FUCKING pocket. Half way home, 2hours to travel, the damn heaters pack up, No joke, Icy window. cant see a dam thing, the wind blowing the car back and forth, its 4am in the morning, And driving like ace Ventura. Finally pull in at a garage and have a kip. Turn engine off, and i think, lets sort this heater out, grab a spanner, and BANG! blow my arm, my face. and anything coming into contact with the battery, Fucking Arm is burning like its on fire, and being scratched by a stray cat. So heres me, coverd in battery Fluid, to find a bodge job of the battery, open the bonnet at this point of the bmw and remove that battery, do my own barry boys job and wow, we have life, heres me still coverd in battery fluid, and him still fast asleep, im trying to ease the pain with singing bob Marley ‘’everything ganna be alright’’ as I have no tunes, sat inside a truck stop. Everything going wrong, change the fuse on the escort, and bam, happy with that fucker, head to the loos and have a baby shower and try dry myself, get a lot of drugs and head back to the car, Hes gone. No car there, no phone on me, nothing, me looking for him for over 2hurs, to find him messing around parked behind a twin trallerd lorry, thanks, me fucking freezing, not only in just a t-shirt, but its socking wet. Ice on the floor, and see ya, on my arse. NOT GOOD. Now I have a burning arm, tired, and a numb ass, getting to the stage of frezzing point. We headed home, I spent the next day in the hospital with 3rd degree burns to my left arm, and a hudge cold.
Thanks bro.!