For nearly two years up until mid-April this year I worked as part of a team of agency drivers picking up and delivering cars for British Car Auctions. This meant that it would be planned by ou team leader/driver to have a carry-over, a car we would take home over night, deliver next morning, then be picked up and taken to our next pick-up address. We covered the South-west, whichin reality meant going as far into Cornwall as Helston and Land’s End, up as far as Liverpool, and into London and Eastbourne, even Norfolk. Which meant half the day stretched across the back seats of the team car, latterly a C4 Grand Picasso. I put a folded travel blanket in the back to lean back against, feet across the rearmost two seats, made up a cushion with gloves and a beanie, and slept for most of the time I wasn’t driving.
Getting paid to drive other people’s cars, some pretty swanky, listening to the Radio, using someone else’s fuel, and sleeping when I wasn’t driving, which meant a total of roughly six out of twelve s total, was rather fine. Sadly, my new job involves me walking around the site up to four-five miles a day, with brief bits of driving cars around.
I miss the old job…