Hammering down the German autobahn as fast as the poor old minibus would go.
Off to Gutersloh to do an engine change on a Jag, three of us in the van, a Sgt fast asleep, a Corporal driving, and me... coming upon an RAF car pootling along in the slow lane, Cpl says" look another RAF car, I'd better slow down", "Naa, it'll just be some MT SAC out for a run" says I, warp speed resumes.
We get lost, but finally arrive at Gut and go to to the guardroom to book in. "Ahhh we have been expecting you, who is in charge?", we both point at the Sgt by now awake and sitting in the minibus, "he is".
"Good, can you tell him to to please come to the window, O/C whatever would like to have a word with him regards his driving" we retire to the van while O/C whatever arrives in his service car and gives him the bollocking of his life.
"Cheers", he says as he get back in the old bus.