bunsen:
Just read the book A Thousand Miles From Nowhere. Andrew Wilson-Young is mentioned of the book as being the fastest driver on the M/E run.Also a true English excentric .Other info says ■■■■ Snow was the fastest on the run .Who Was the Fastest?
THE FASTEST GUY TO THE MIDDLE EAST.
The fastest guy to the Middle East, it certainly was not me.
The fastest guy through Europe, often you did not see.
I remember the fastest guy although I do not know his name
He had to go as fast as he could, I played a different game.
He never stopped at the Windmill, for a bowl of Goulash Stew.
He always drove passed the National and missed a beer or two.
He never stopped at Kavala Beach and never had a swim.
He never had time to say hello for the race he had to win.
He never went to the Mocamp, where we all stopped, for showers.
To him what was a perfect day, was when he drove 24 hours.
He never stopped at the Black Sea and help the fishermen pull in their nets.
He was impatient to know his backload so, to Ankara he had to get.
He would not stay at the Telex, to have a decent meal.
A tin of beans he used to eat as he sat behind the wheel.
I saw him once in Rumania, when he slipped off an icy road.
I helped him twice in Bulgaria, when he had a unstable load.
There were times at the Turkish border, where it always was quite manic.
because he had been there for two days, you should of seen him panic.
Once at Kapikule when, he’d been there for three days, this guy was so depressed he just, walked around in a haze.
He never walked round Istanbul, or went to the Pudding Shop.
He never strolled round Budapest for he didn’t like to stop.
Swimming in the Aegean near Izmir, now that was always a bliss. but he didn’t have time to do these things so he always gave it a miss.
I helped him once with a broken spring and I helped him change a wheel but when it was me he just drove past, now that wasn’t part of the deal.
Over taking a car in Yugo, he cut it up and gave it a jolt.
The Police were called to the accident but he said it wasn’t his fault.
He argued with the Policeman and said he would not pay,
but he did cough up in the end, and it lost him half a day.
We all knew that he took chances, he wasn’t cautious, not like me.
It would never of come as a big surprise if he had ended up round a tree.
Another driver met him, when he said he had no cash, the driver subbed him twenty pound but then he had to dash.
I remember when his diesel was frozen and his truck it would not start.
I thought, he’s going to blow a gasket, the one around his heart.
Sitting around some ones trailer box, we had made a Camion Stew, had he got time to join us, no, he had to push on through.
He was always flying around to make, an extra quid or two.
How much he spent on speeding fines, well that we never knew.
And now this guy is getting old and he thinks of those days a lot.
He dreams of doing that job again but he knows that he will not.
This time he would do it differently, knowing there’s lots of things to see.
He might take a leaf out of my book and do it just like me.
He would take time to meet the people, see the countries and make some mates.
I feel sorry for the fastest guy because ,this time he’s just to late.
as the Fastest?
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