Being female and brought up by my Grandparents and Mother who thought going out side to play was a dangerous activity I did not have the chances of many on here to get muddy or oily. I had to content myself with looking after and riding my imaginary horses.
Once I left school I did that for real and worked with Hunters, breeding stock and show horses. The money was non existent so eventually had to get a 'propper Job' and ended up working in a garage supervising the forcourts. Luckily this was in the days of hot cars and conversions. :-D Every mechanic in the place gave their vehicle some sort of treatment and I met my 1st husband who gave my 105E Ford Anglia ' a bit of a going over' fitted a V6 3 litre engine, Jag back axle, uprated front suspension.....and Wayhay I was off like a scolded cat making all the lads with their Mexicos and RS 2000 eat my dust. :evil:
Then got involved with a motor stunt team - used to have great fun driving a Fairlain 500 Black & White police car up and down the contry to shows., (needles to say by this time my over protective mother had given up and now is unsurprised by anything I do). I remained a little 'off the wall' as my friends put it but always kept my horses. the last being a horse trained to joust with a Geoff Winships Medieval Jousting Show- great out hunting would charge through anything :schocked: .
:roll: Then I met HF................................. Things have got steadily madder from that point on - lots of fishing comps off Chesil Beach, tractors, Scuba diving all round the Dorset coast (not bad for someone who is scared of being in a boat and cant swim very well), a collection of Rover cars - 80, 90, 100 etc the one with the freewheeling gearbox was terrifying. Shooting, ...it goes on till we get to this point of falling into MVs with the first one being a lightweight Landrover about 5 years ago. :-D
Looking back I wouldn't change a thing