He aint heavy, hes my brother

Heavy guys doing the Ton

John had a Mark V Jaguar, 1952 vintage, equipped with a 12 cylinder Rolls Royce engine that drank like a tinker and flew like an arrow, too fast and heavy for the windy narrow roads but able to do The Ton with ease on any straight open road you could find. Hence the visits to the Busy Bee, which was right at the end of the M1 Motorway, frequented by truckers and rockers, bikers and bad boys. Somehow they would end up there most weekend nights, to sit and drink sweet tea and eat egg and chips or fried egg sandwiches, or even sausage egg and chips if someone felt like spending a bit. It was mostly guys, Pete felt awkward bringing girls along when the others were solo, though Brenda went along a few times. She was cool, confident and friendly, at ease with the boys and enjoyed the speed as much as they. She was a Meter Maid, bobbed blond hair and nice legs in her black uniform, gave parking tickets and politeness up and down High Street all week and hung out with the guys in pubs and cars on weekends. That all ended when she decided to try for a career, and joined up as a police trainee in London, moved away to somewhere in Hounslow and pretty soon found herself

going South

Another early start, heading south from Lusaka in the cool dim morning, this time staying on the main road all the way to Salisbury. They were going to Aunt --'s for the weekend, Henry's sister. They lived in the closed housing compound of a big fertiliser company, an oasis of lawns and flowerbeds in the middle of an African shanty town (quite invisible from inside the high fence)
Crossing the border was pretty easy and casual, no line-up and just a few lines on a form to fill in. On the road again into the boabab and thorn tree bush country of the Zambezi valley,with a huge soft moth with startling great eyes on its wings that had been lying just outside the door on the Rhodesian side..
Soon after the start of the climb out of the valley, where the road began to wind uphill, there was an army roadblock, guys in camo with guns ready. They were alert and aggressive, -------

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early story

Blaze of Glory


They went up the mountain in the morning, when bright sun sparkled on the dewy spider webs, mist rose from the grass and rested in the hollows. They were three together, barefoot boys, they slipped through the seaside bungalows and white fenced gardens to the wild slopes beyond. There was a rough dirt track halfway, and then a footpath through the rocks and heath, the scent of wild geraniums strong as they brushed by. They had sticks in case of snakes and a bottle of tap water and three oranges, some marbles and a catapult, slingshot to you, made with carefully cut rubber from an old car inner tube. They took turns with the provisions, which they were all going to eat later, but only the two older ones carried the catapult in turn, because Rich couldn’t shoot properly with it, and what good would it do if he had it when they met a leopard, say,in the middle of the path? Of course nobody had actually seen a leopard around here for a couple of hundred years, but you never knew
When they got to the branch in the path after the zig zag climb through the rock bluffs, they turned left along the more used trail.