Jasper wins a pretty unusual big prize at the vintage rally
Hello Boys and Girls.
HOW are you all this week? Wait until I tell you about my day at the Vintage Rally. I love vintage rallies and there are lots on during the summer.
Well, I thought if all these people can call their cars vintage, then so can I. My car Bessie is a bit sensitive about her age, but she’s not exactly this year’s new model. Or last year’s for that matter. Once, when Tommy the Mechanic called her an “old wreck,” I was afraid she’d run over him.
She didn’t go right for me for a month until she got over her little snit. Cars can be very sensitive you know. To cheer her up I had to park her at the door and put on her favourite movie, Herbie, the talking VW Beetle. She loves it and can’t see it often enough. I once showed her Chitty Chitty Bang Bang but she wasn’t impressed. I don’t think she liked the idea of a flying car.
Anyway, I got her out of her garage and gave her a good polishing. She loves a polish. You can almost hear her purr. Then Molly prepared our picnic and off we went to the big Vintage Rally.
The sun was shining, I had my favourite music on, Jedward, and everything was going fine. We were just a few miles from the rally when suddenly Bessie started to complain. I couldn’t understand it. I had her fixed up like new, we’ll pretty new anyway, but she spluttered and spat and then sat down on me, as they say.
“Don’t worry,” I said to Molly, “I’ll have her going again in no time”. “Not without petrol in the tank,” she snapped, and pointed to the petrol gauge which read ‘Terribly Empty. I Won’t Tell You Again’. It’s a very sophisticated petrol gauge. Tommy the Mechanic designed it especially for me.
So there we were, stuck in the middle of nowhere and going nowhere fast. “At least we have our picnic,’ I said, reaching for the basket. An emergency can make you a bit peckish, I find.
“No way,” said Molly, “no lunch until you get us out of here.” She handed me the petrol can from the boot and told me the garage was about five miles down the road. If I was lucky I’d be back before teatime.
But just then we had a bit of luck. A farmer saw we were in trouble and asked if he could help. He said he had no petrol on his farm, only diesel for his big tractor, which he’d lent to his neighbour for the day.
But he did have Neddy & Jenny, his two pet donkeys, and was sure they’d help out. Before we knew it he had harnessed up Neddy & Jenny to Bessie, and off we headed in the direction of the rally.
It was slow going but we passed the time telling stories and jokes. The donkeys loved my one about the steamroller and the cat.
Did you hear the one about the woman whose cat was run over by a steamroller? She just stood there with a long puss.
Anyway, when we finally got to the rally, we got a great reception. Everybody loved Neddy & Jenny and we did a tour of the grounds. We had a great day. There was every sort of vintage car and tractor and lots of other great things besides. And best of all, at the end of the day when all the prizes were given out, the top judge announced that there was a very special prize this year.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. Your Uncle Jasper took first prize in the Two Donkey Power Class. I got a big rosette and a great big hamper of goodies.
Sadly, I didn’t know the two donkeys had very sweet teeth. They reckoned that as they had won the prize for me, they deserved to share the goodies. I agreed but before I knew what was happening they had scoffed the lot.
Oh well, at least I have my lovely rosette above the fireplace at Rose Cottage to remind me of the day when I won a price at the vintage rally for my slightly unusual type of transport.
Bye for now,