This venerable Gentleman, and his 1924 Model T arrived at the Testing Station while my truck was being checked over for it's 6 monthly Certificate Of Fitness.
He caused a little consternation, and there was a general flurry of rule books.
"No point in checking the front brake efficiency, .... Hasn't got any...."
He beat me through, and chugged triumphantly off, with a brand new Warrant Of Fitness
Labels: Model T