wish to pay tribute to a true gentleman.
start the story from the beginning. I
own a large Japanese-made 4×4 vehicle.
It is 14 years old and beginning to show signs of age. Back in August it was due for its MOT test
(an annual roadworthiness check required in Britain). This involved replacing a couple of suspension
The car has
been serviced from new mainly by the dealership from which it was bought, but
they closed their local-ish branch about 20 miles away, so the nearest dealer’s
workshop is now around 60 miles away, so this involved two round trips of about
120 miles each. Anyway, on the return
trip I noticed the steering wheel was no longer aligned with the direction of
I contacted the dealer who advised that if I took the car to a local garage they would pay for the work. I had already decided that a combination of the distance and their poor attitude to customer service meant that I would not be going there again. I booked the car in at our local friendly garage, but their premises were on fire on my appointed day!
A new booking was arranged for a couple of weeks later and sure enough, the tracking needed adjustment, both front and rear. But the rear adjusters were rusted solid and had to be cut out. Then it was discovered that one of the suspension arms is fractured. There is no replacement part in the UK. There is no replacement part in Europe. It has to be ordered from Japan with a 5-week lead time.
Thus we are without the car for about 6 weeks. Normally this would not be an issue because we have a second car, except that in the meantime we are booked to take the caravan away for a week’s “holiday” at an equestrian event. My wife’s car cannot tow. We spent an evening researching alternatives: towing companies, 4×4 hire, campervan hire, etc.
decided against paying about £800 to hire a Land Rover for 90 miles driving and
5 days sitting in a field. Towing
companies were not available, and most campervans/motorhomes were either not
available, similarly expensive, or would not allow the dog.
My good lady spread the story amongst her Facebook friends and almost immediately we had a reply saying: “You shall go to the ball”. This came from a chap who I would not call a close friend, but who I have known for several years. He is a fellow re-enactor, not in my group, not even in the same army! He is one of the most hard-working chaps at our events; always on the go and usually smiling.
Although in full time work and not (as far as I know) living in our area, he has volunteered to collect our caravan and tow it to the site midweek, returning the following Monday morning to take it home again. This will involve two round trips of a minimum about 150 miles each, and he will do it for the cost of the fuel. When we were refused permission to deliver the caravan earlier than the official campsite opening time, he just said “I can work around that.”
This man is
our White Knight. He has saved our
holiday. Some of my readers may
recognise him from the description, but I will not name him publicly.
And it is
just as well that earlier this year I cancelled my plans to take the car for a
camping trip to Arnhem for a week in September!