The BUMS all piled into Bumbly, Dave Hambledon's Trojan, and went into Bath for a Pub visit where there was a quizz , from the remote campsite out near Salford. That would have been Eccles, Al Bum, Fletch, Beau Geste, Barking Pumpkin and Cousin It. This meant several people stood up out of the sunroof. Going round the roundabout onto the A4 at rather to much pace we had a chorus of 'We are all going to die' but missed the approaching curbing by inches. I seem to recal that, possibly, Cousin It sat on the boot rack for the return journey in the dark rather than on my lap! This massive overload was still transported over a very steep hill both ways by the Trojan. Another reason why Trojan's are better than Isettas. There is more scope to break the law efficiently!
Interestingly such a Saturday night quiz off campus now would never work. Half the poor dears cannot leave their camper-vans and many of the rest would not drive their Microcars at night. On Sunday morning the entire camp site would decamp up to Victoria Park for the main event where the day visitors mainly drove their Microcars into the City. Not now they wouldn't. Ah, the days of proper rallies.
