At number 3: a front bumper in the passenger seat, from N-N-N-Nuneaton to N-N-N-Nottingham in N-N-N-November. The damn thing scooped in the cold air that would normally pass harmlessly over the top, blasted me with it and nearly froze my bloody hands off. Heater on full and I still couldn't feel a thing. God I took some de-frosting!
At number 2, and only a few months ago: a recently deceased Cavalier King Charles Spaniel in the boot. Yes, honestly. My partner's ordinarily pungent dog's batteries finally ran out, at the worst possible time - flippin' Saturday night. So I had to take it on it's final journey in state (or at least in a smelly blanket) to the PDSA for cremation. I'm just glad I wasn't pulled over, as explaining it would have been, er, tricky.
But not as tricky as number 1: an LEC moderator in the boot. Can you guess which one? No, not Ailwyn, or Sy! OK I'll tell you - it was Clemo. 3 weeks after I bought the Elan at the end of the first curry evening, we ran out of transport back from the Melbourne Arms to the Holiday Inn. With 3 people to transport, and only 2 seats in which to ferry them, Clemo elected to use the last available space - the one in the back. WillB lent him a still packaged shower cape to use as a pillow, and off we went, naturally taking it especially easy over any hump-backed bridges, speed bumps and round roundabouts - NOT!
