Come one, come all.
Chugalug and Geriaviator,
"The best of friends must part". How true ! - in the context of Service life. I remember my sonnet-writing room mate at Finningley in '49. He wrote one on the subject of how it takes time to make new friends (all I can recall is the last couplet):
"You feel the loss more than the gain
And life appears most cruel"
The Bond was one of the best automotive designs of its time (for its time). It stood in relation to a car as a Lambretta to a Harley-Davidson. It carried three adults abreast, with weather protection (sort of) and you could put it anywhere. A child could push it, any adult could lift the back up and carry it round like a wheelbarrow. Two-up, it climbed all the gradients in the Lakes, albeit slowly. But hey ! - what's the hurry ? you get there in the end (Festina lente). But no, I never entered it for the Monte Carlo (although I'm sure it would have got there - even if only to collect the wooden spoon).
I have high hopes of Tim (many hands make light work). The more, the merrier ! Cheers, Danny.