Flipping Heck

So anyway, it turns out I really do need a new car bonnet (hood) being as this one is so rusty it separated from the catch and flipped up on me on the motorway. Such is the sea air and its full compliment of rust pixies. Also I have thought-finger-typing maladjustment syndrome, my brain is whirring way too fast at the same time my fingers don’t want to type properly. It happens!

I will get back and catch up with comments and blogging soon, I swear.


14 Responses to “Flipping Heck”

  1. libhomo Says:

    I always thought that the British word for hood, “bonnet,” was so cute.

    • ralfast Says:

      I wrote an entire chapter on my current novel (nearing it final, or as final as revisions go, re-write stage) Boots & Bonnets what on the other side of the Atlantic are called Trunks and Hoods.

      • earwicga Says:

        At least bonnet makes sense – where does ‘boot’ come from???

        • ralfast Says:

          I think it has to do with carriages and coaches. I’m not really sure. All I know is that they make for funny dialogue between exasperated characters!


  2. earwicga Says:

    It’s the only cute thing about Britain, excepting myself of course!

  3. RickB Says:

    Indeed bonnet belongs more to a costume drama than a car, hood is also cooler sounding and exciting (like Robin Hood an early English socialist and class warrior)! Still I take tap over faucet, so there’s swings and roundabouts.

    Modest as ever earwicga!

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  5. jim Says:

    I was driving on a dual carriageway in Bridgend when the bonnet of a mini on the other side of the road actually came up and snapped off its hinges flying 20 feet in the air. Thankfully nobody hurt.

    • RickB Says:

      Eek! Mine was weird, like a big metal crisp packet open at the front, it was still fixed to the car but one seam had rusted through, and a fairly empty road good visibility so as with yours no injuries. The weirdest motorway incident I experienced was a heard of cows running all over the motorway, somewhere south of Birmingham I think it was. Then there was this tank once, but that was an A road.

  6. celticlion Says:

    I was gunning a 750/4 Honda sohc F2 south (1980) on the M6 south of Stoke. Into triple figures. A flatbed beer truck full of barrels was coming the opposite way, in the middle lane.

    One barrel fell off hit the road and bounced towards me. I was overtaking a car so couldn’t swerve left. A car behind so couldn’t brake.

    Trapped I watched it come straight at me. The bottom of the barrel hit the top of the central reservation armco. 6ft to my right. The barrel bounced away from me.

    A white Ford Capri in the fast lane coming towards me had the barrel skim over the bonnet, about 2-4 inches over the bonnet and the same from the windscreen.

    The barrel arced through the air over 3 lanes of motorway and the hard shoulder. Disappearing into the trees at the side.

    If it had been 3 inches higher and hadn’t caught the top of the central reservation barrier. I wouldn’t be writing this.

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