Wednesday, Feb 25, 2009 at 12:03
OK, Sir Kev, you asked for it.
Here's a story, which may be true:
Sir Kev couldn’t sleep. In the small hours, under the stars, he sat, thinking. To keep himself occupied, he decided to
check the winch cable attached to Darkie, just to make sure there were no stray strands, or contaminants. As he coiled up the wire, he gave it an extra, almost sensual, wipe with a cloth. Then Sir Kev checked the snatch strap for damage. He almost caressed the strap as he coiled it.
He continued to
check things on the vehicle, a polish here, a shot of DWF there. Then he thought of the plans for the next day: rough country, probably need low air in tyres, even the diff locks – who knows.
So Sir Kev set about checking the air lockers, made sure he had the Straun deflators set to the right pressure. Not much else to do, really.
Sir Kev sat as the first light appeared. As he sipped on a cup of tea, he thought he heard a sound from Darkie, behind him. Was that just a hiss of compressed air from the lockers, or was it, could it be, a lover’s sigh?
Aahhh, Darkie, exclaimed Sir Kev, I knew you cared.
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