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Nurse stuck in Morris 100 traveller
A few years ago my Doctor had a surgery in an old house. He then obtained funds to build a brand new surgery. He purchased a plot of land that was very close to our town centre, with easy access on foot via a pathway between two buildings. However the vehicle access was via a one-way street followed by a sharp turn up a pretty steep hill. At the top there is a small housing development consisting of about 6 really nice houses. A short section of new road was then built down the other side of the hill to reach the plot of land for the new surgery.
The new access road was only about 100 metres long but it was pretty steep and included a ninety-degree turn at the top where it joined the original cull de sac.
When built, the surgery had two car parks. The first was for the staff and was located to the left of the access road at the bottom of the hill, just before the surgery building. The car park for patients was a continuation of the access road, it widening out to provide parking spaces on either side, right in front of the surgery. The car park continued on past the building until it reached the back of the older building located next to the pathway from the town centre. The patient’s car park was on a slope for the first few parking spaces but it then leveled out for a short section next to the front door. After a few more spaces it then suddenly dipped downhill again quite steeply towards the back of the old building.
The staff car park extended from the access road along the side of the surgery building. The ground sloped from the end of the last house in the development, downhill towards the side of the surgery. There were parking spaces on both sides once cars had turns in off the access road. Those to the left involved driving up the slope to park and those to the right were downhill.
The spaces to the right ended with a kerb, followed by a steep grass bank leading down to the side of the surgery building.
When visiting the Doctors one day with my son, I was fortunate enough to witness two women getting stuck in the patient’s car park following a fall of snow. I will type up an account of those when I have the time. However, I want to explain about a more recent experience involving a nurse.
During the snow back in January, I had cause to stay with some friends back in the town where I used to live.
I have a dog and so I take him out twice a day. Two days before the snow, I was walking down the access road towards the surgery when I heard the distinctive sound of a Morris 1000 coming down the hill behind me. I watched it drive past me and turn left into the staff car park. It looked as though the lady driver was wearing a nurses’ uniform, but I was not sure. As I got down almost level with the car park I saw that she had parked in the space nearest to the access road, facing down the hill towards the surgery.
I saw the drivers door open and was then rewarded with a nice pair of legs being swung round as she started to get out of the car. She was indeed wearing a nurse’s uniform and best of all, as she put her right leg out, her dress had ridden up far enough to reveal a flash of stocking top. I was not sure if the stockings were hold ups or with suspenders, but it did not matter! I had not seen an accidental flash of stocking top for absolutely ages and was very happy!
I slowed down my walking pace and luckily my dog helped by deciding to stop and sniff at something on the ground next to him. I was therefore forced to stand and wait for him. Luckily the nurse immediately turned back to face the drivers seat. She then leant in through the open door and tried to reach something that was in the back of the car. The Morris 1000 Traveller did not have rear passenger doors, but two opening doors right at the back. It was obviously a bit of a struggle for her to reach whatever it was that she was trying to pick up, as she really had to stretch whilst twisting her body to her left to reach over her drivers seat. She bent over far enough for her dress to be pulled up far enough at the rear for her stocking tops to again show below the hem. I could see that the black welts were curving up around the rear of her thigh and were obviously being pulled up by suspenders. After about 20 seconds she got hold of what she wanted and so stood back and closed the car door. She did not see me looking at her as she still had her back to me. I then carried on walking down the access road and she turned and started to walk towards the front door of the surgery.
I had a quick glance across at her hoping to see her face. She was aged about 30 with dark curly hair. She was about 5’ 6” tall and was wearing a navy blue nurses dress with a wide nurses belt along with a black cardigan over the top. Her shoes were black with a heel of about 2 to 3 inches. She looked lovely and although her dress was just above the knee in length, it was a bit too ‘baggy’ for my liking. However it was still attractive as the belt pulled it all together in the middle and showed off her slim waist.
I did not give her much of a thought after that, other than to mention to my mate with who I was staying what I had seen! I pointed out that I had never seen a nurse wearing stockings all the time I had been a patient at the surgery. He laughed and told me that he was registered at a different surgery, but that he might now have to change to this one!
Three days later I was pleasantly surprised when it started to snow during the afternoon. It was pretty gentle to start with and then it stopped. However about half an hour later it started snowing again, and really came down a lot. I had not seen it snow like that for years. Within a very short space of time everything was covered in snow. The main road outside my friend’s house remained clear, but two side roads that I could see were completely covered, even though one of them was reasonably busy with cars.
After our meal I ventured out as usual with the dog, into the snow. It was almost 7pm by now and it had stopped snowing a few hours before. However, it was really quite cold outside and so the snow that had fallen was staying put and not melting away. In fact it was so cold, it was freezing it solid in some places.
I did the same walk as a few days before, as it involved taking the dog into the biggest park in the town. On the way back I walked up the surgery access road, intending to use the footpath between the buildings to get back into the town centre.
I was playing with the dog in the snow as I came over the brow of the hill and started down the steep hill of the access road to the surgery. As I got towards the staff car park I saw that there was only one car left in the whole of the car park – yes, it was the white Morris 1000. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be great to see the nurse stuck whilst trying to drive her rear wheel drive car out of the car park and up back up the steep hill. However, it was so late at night I guessed that she had either not wanted to drive in the snow or had not been able to get out of the car park and had therefore left the car there for the night.
The snow had covered the access road with snow but there were lots of tyre marks and some signs of wheel spin where presumably some cars had struggled to get up the hill. I decided to walk across to her car to see if there were any signs of her having tried to drive it since parking it. I thought it would be obvious if she had tried to move it, as there should be tyre marks in the snow. If she had not even tried, then the snow immediately behind the rear wheels would be undisturbed.
As I made my way across the car park I looked at the surgery, in the faint hope that she might still be working there. However, all the lights were off apart from one, which appeared to be a low powered ‘night‘ light.
I then wondered whether she had parked her car before the snow started or after. It would be easy to tell because there would be no snow under her car if she had been there since lunchtime. As I got nearer I could see that the car was parked on snow and so I started to think about how she managed driving up the steep hill on the access road coming up to the new houses. I had just reached the car and was about to study the tyre marks at the rear of it when I suddenly head a door bang and then the sound of an alarm beeping. I realised that someone was coming out of the front door of the surgery having just set the exit alarm. The one remaining light then went off and almost immediately I heard the outer front door close.
I had no idea who it was locking up, as the front door was around the corner facing the access road. However, I realised that I was in an awkward situation, because there was no exit from the staff car park other than walking back to the access road. The surgery was on one side; there was a wall at the far end and another wall facing the last house on the third side.
If I turned and started to walk back to the access road, I was likely to meet the person as they came round the corner. How would I explain what I was doing? My footprints in the snow led to the only car in the car park. Would they think I was about to break into it? I have known of cases where criminals walk around with a dog, to provide themselves with an excuse for being somewhere where they shouldn’t be! Although looking for signs of a car having been stuck is not a criminal offence, for a few seconds, I felt a bit like it was!
I looked round and saw what appeared to be steps leading down from the car park beside the wall at the far end. They appeared to lead to the back of the building. Perhaps there was a way around the back? I only had a second or two to decide. I went for that option. All I had to do now was to get over to the steps and down to the bottom of them before the person came around the corner at the far end of the building. I ran for it and was onto the steps pretty quickly, as the Morris was only two parking spaces away from them. As I ran down them, I looked along the length of the grass bank below the car park to see if I could see anyone coming around the building. It then occurred to me that whoever was locking up might have walked off in the other direction, towards the town centre! In fact, if it was anyone other than the nurse who owned this car who was locking up, that was what they were most likely to do. However, I could not take the risk, so I kept going. I reached the corner of the building and still no one had appeared. I hurried along the back of the building and then disaster. There was no way out. The path led to a fire door and that was it!
I stood still and listened carefully. It was difficult as my heart was beating fast and the dog was panting! Luckily there was no light at all down the back of the building. I stood looking back at the steps and thought I could hear someone coming. I realised that I could hear the sound of a high heel walking along the path. Perhaps the nurse had been the last person to leave after all? It seemed likely that she had then walked from the front door along to the corner of the building. Instead of walking up the access road and turning left into the car park, she had walked around the corner of the building and was now walking along the path at the bottom of the grass bank. She obviously intended to then turn and walk up the steps to reach the car park. Her car was in the second bay along from the wall (and the steps) and so it made sense, rather than having to walk the full length of the car park, where the snow was obviously much deeper. The roof of the building overhung some of this path and had obviously kept one side of it almost free from snow.
The footsteps got louder and before I knew it she was at the bottom of the steps and turning to walk up them. Luckily she did not look to her right, although I doubt if she would have seen us as we were in complete shadow.
I tried to look at her legs as she went up the steps but the light was shining on the front of her and so it was difficult to see. However I could see enough to know that she was wearing her nurse’s dress and heels, although she had a short winter coat on instead of a cardigan this time.
She disappeared from view as she walked away from the top of the steps and so I walked forwards towards the corner of the building. She was getting into the car by the time I reached the corner. I was pretty certain that she would not be able to easily see me, as she was so much higher up than I was. The front of her car was about 7 feet higher than me, and the rear even more, due to the slope of the parking area. She would have had to look right down into the bottom left corner of her windscreen, and even then I would have been in the shadows and very hard to spot. On the other hand, I had a nice view of her car. I could see both nearside wheels, although the bottom section on each was hidden by the kerb and top of the grass bank. I could certainly see enough should she happen to spin her rear wheel!
She started the car and let the engine run for about half a minute. She then opened her car door and got out to clear the snow off of the windscreen. She did this from standing by her driver’s door. She then carefully walked around the front of the car and stood with her back to me clearing off the snow from the nearside of the windscreen. She then walked slowly along the nearside clearing all the windows until she got back to the driver door. She got in and closed the door. She then sat there for at least three minutes. I assumed that she was waiting for the engine to warm enough for the heater to be able to demist/defrost the windscreen.
Eventually she turned on the headlights. I was taken by surprise for a moment as I had been carefully studying the rear wheel in case she suddenly started to move. Luckily the car was so much higher than me, as it meant that the lights shone almost onto the roof of the surgery. I was certain that there was no way that she would be able to see me now.
My heart was now racing because I was certain that she would spin her wheel when she finally tried to reverse. I once had an Auntie who owed a Morris 1000 and I saw her get it stuck in hardly any mud at all one day when I was about 10, so I knew that these cars were not very good in slippery conditions.
Eventually I heard her select reverse. She increased the engine revs but only by a tiny amount. I then waited and hoped for the wheel to spin. However nothing happened. The car just sat there for at least another 15 seconds or more. I could not believe it. I was certain that her rear driver’s side wheel was not spinning, as I could not hear it. Why was she not moving? I could not work it out. Suddenly the engine stalled and I realised what was happening. She was obviously trying to pull away with as little revs as possible and as gently as possible. She had been carefully and slowly letting up the clutch for most of the time since selecting reverse gear. However, she had slightly misjudged the amount of revs required to overcome the resistance of the slope and the snow and this had caused the car to stall. She quickly re-started the engine and this time she gave it slightly more revs. However she still seemed to take a long time to let the clutch up far enough for it to bite and actually start to turn the rear wheels.
Suddenly the wheel started to slowly revolve around but the car did not move. At last – a stuck situation to savour!
Almost as soon as it started to spin, the wheel stopped again. I could not believe it. It had only lasted about 10 seconds. I was still thinking how annoying it was when it started to spin again. This time the engine revs gradually increased a little, as though she was trying to accelerate out of the situation. Luckily the wheel was not having any of it and just span round without the car moving. This time she let it carry on spinning for quite a while. She then stopped and almost immediately turned the steering wheel to her right. She then let the car roll forwards about a foot before stopping. She then turned the steering wheel as far to the left as it would go, whilst still stationary. She then tried to reverse with the car now on a very slight angle. She was obviously hoping to be able to reverse a few feet and that would then allow her to turn hard to her right and drive forwards, having missed the kerb at the top of the grass bank. She was doing the right thing, apart from trying to reverse with her wheels turned on full lock, as this would greatly increase the resistance adding to that already caused by the slope. As soon as she let up the clutch her wheel started to spin yet again and she did not move. She again left the wheel spinning, but this time she gave the engine more revs, but all that happened was that the wheel span even quicker.
She gave up when she realised that even with the increased revs, the car would not move backwards at all. She then tried to pull forwards, but there was only about a foot or so of space and as soon as she moved the nearside front wheel came up against the kerb stone. She must have felt the bump as she stopped and again selected reverse. This time she gave the car a huge amount of revs before even starting to let up the clutch. The steam/smoke was pouring out of the exhaust in the cold damp conditions and it sounded like she was about to take off!
She then let up the clutch very quickly, as her wheel went from being stationary to spinning at high speed, in less than a second. I thought that with that amount of power and speed, she might actually get back a little way, but from where I was it did not seem like she moved at all.
She then quickly stopped and immediately selected first and let up the clutch in a great hurry. Unfortunately for her, the front nearside tyre was still tight against the kerb and so there was too much resistance for her to drive forwards, even though the car was facing down a slope.
It was obvious to me and probably obvious to her as well by now, that she was completely stuck. She could not move in either direction. I had obviously been right in my assumption that a Morris 1000 Traveller would be very light at the back and therefore not able to get much grip when the road surface was covered in snow.
Oh how I wished I could have been a fly on the wall inside her car listening to what she said. I wondered if she was the type to be getting cross or just upset when faced with the situation of being completely stuck with no one around to help.
The car had been stationary whilst I was thinking this, as though she was thinking about what to do as well. Suddenly the rear wheel started to spin in reverse very very slowly with hardly any noise from the engine. It seemed as though she was trying a slowly slowly technique, because it then stopped for a moment before starting up again. However it was obvious to me that if a high speed revving did not work, this certainly would not succeed however much she wanted it to. Finally she gave up and the headlight went off. The engine was still running and I assumed that perhaps she was ringing someone. I was then thinking that if she had to sit and wait in her car for half an hour for someone to come and pick her up, then I was going to have to sit it out as well, because there was no escape for me without walking either up the steps or along the side of the building right in front of her!
I was already pretty cold and did not fancy a long wait, now that the spinning had apparently stopped for good.
I decided to be brave and approach her and hope that I did not freak her out by frightening her. I thought of an excuse and then just went for it. In any case, It might be worth it, as I could offer to help and she might be willing to have another go, in which case I would see more spinning. There was also the fact that I would get to hear what she thought about the situation (upset or cross!) as well as a possibility of being able to see her operate the pedals with her sexy heels.
I stepped out from behind the building and marched straight up the steps in front of me. I then walked along around the back of the car and approached the drivers’ door. As I got there I saw that she had her head down in her hands. I realised that she might not have seen me or where I had come from. I tapped gently on the window and she looked up with a startle. She went to wind her window down, but it was frozen and so she opened the door. The inside light came on and I could see that she was crying.
I said: "Are you alright, you seem upset”
She said: "I am, I’ve got the car stuck and I can’t move. I am trying to get home”
I asked where that was and she explained that it was in a village about 10 miles away.
I said: "Have you phoned anyone?”
She said: "I’ve tried, but I can’t get a reply from the three people that I have rung. That’s why I suddenly burst out crying just then, because I realised that I do not know what to do and I am stuck her all on my own, with no way of getting home. The buses finished at 6pm and stupidly I forgot my purse when I came to work and so I don’t have any money with me for a taxi”
I said: "I would lend you some if I had any but I don’t think the three pounds that I have will get you very far in a taxi. Certainly not 10 miles”
She gave a small smile and said: "No I suppose not”
I said: "What if I gave you a push. I bet we could get you out, then you will be able to drive home and the problem is solved. It's worth a try don’t you think?”
She said: "Well I suppose so, if you don’t mind”
I told her I would have to park my dog on the grass out of the way. Luckily he is really obedient and so he just sat there watching!
I went back to her and said: "You had better show me what you have been going so I can judge the best way to push. I take it you have tried reverse?”
She said: "Oh yes, lots of times, but the car will not move at all, it's just so frustrating, because if I could just get back a couple of feet, I would be able to pull forwards down the slope and swing round passed the kerb and be okay”
I said: "Okay, show me”
I stood by the open car door as she selected reverse and slowly released the handbrake. I was able to see her legs thanks to the interior light and so watched as she slowly let up her left leg on the clutch pedal. Immediately her rear wheel started to spin in the snow. She let them spin for a while and said: "You see what I mean I can’t get any grip, they just spin round and round”
I said: "Try forwards”
She dipped the clutch and stopped before selecting first gear. Again she slowly let up the clutch. I moved closer to her and pretended to look up across the bonnet towards the front nearside wheel, which was the one that was tight against the kerb. She then looked in that direction as well, and so I quickly looked down at her legs. Although her dress had appeared to be a bit baggy when I had seen her previously, I noticed that when she was sat down in the car seat, the material had sort of flattened out. It was lying across her thighs and although it was not exactly tight (as I would have liked) it certainly enabled me to get a good idea about the shape of her legs underneath, and best of all, the hem had ridden up to well above her knees! I had a quick look to see if there was any sign of a suspender strap showing though the material but could not see one on either leg.
I was also able to see her high-heeled shoes, although they were in shadow.
She eventually turned her face back round towards me and said: "You see what I mean. What shall I do?”
I said: " Keep on doing that, but press you accelerator up and down and try and rock the car up over the kerb, whilst I push here on the door frame. I moved my hands to the front door pillar and said: "Right start pumping it up and down”
She did exactly as I asked and I did genuinely push as hard as I could. I also made sure that I had my hands so that my body was facing slightly towards her. I was then able to keep my head facing slightly to my left, to enable me to continually watch her legs without it looking too obvious. It was a lovely sight seeing her right foot rock backwards and forwards on the heel of her high-heeled shoe.
Needless to say nothing happened, as the kerb was too high for the wheel to climb over. I suggested that she try reverse as there was only the slope stopping her, not a high kerb. I watched as she pressed the clutch right down with her left foot and extended her leg until it was almost straight to do it. Luckily she seemed to have her drivers seat positioned well back, unlike many women who seem to driver with the steering wheel about 2 inches in front of them! It meant I had a nice view of her thigh as it stretched out. She selected reverse and gently let the clutch up. Her wheels started spinning yet again and as it did so she said: "Shall I pump the accelerator again?”
I told her it was a good idea as I turned round and started to push on the door pillar behind the driver’s door. I was not able to look at her legs to the same extent without turning my head right round and making it really obvious, so I said to her “Keep trying as hard as you can. I am pushing like mad. Perhaps it needs you to talk nicely to the car. Perhaps it will then find some grip”
She said: "I have already tried that. I was pleading with it before you came along. I was so desperate to get out”
When I was trying to push, I actually found it quite difficult to keep my boots from slipping on the snow and so I was unable to push as hard as I would have liked. By now I had decided that I really wanted to get her out of the car park, as I suspected that there would be even more fun ahead as she tried to drive up the access road. Whilst I find any lady stuck exciting, seeing one stuck in one place is the least enjoyable, as compared to one where she is continually driving up a slope and never quite making it!
I told her to keep trying and that I was going to push from the front, as I hoped to be able to get a better grip by pushing against the kerb stone by her offside headlight. I went to the front and turned my back to her. I put my bum on the bodywork and rested my feet against the kerb. I then pushed in timing with her pedal pumps, and did so as hard as I could. After a couple of attempts the car did start to move backwards just a fraction. I shouted at her to keep going it but to give it more revs. She did as she was told and really bashed her foot up and down on the accelerator. I could tell by the massive increase in engine noise that she was really going for it. I expect that she felt the initial slight movement and realised that this was her best and only chance. I carried on pushing as hard as I could and gradually the car slithered back a bit more. When I thought she had gone back far enough I stopped pushing and told her to stop as well. I walked back round to the drivers door which was still open.
I said: "You have enough room to drive forwards now without hitting the kerb. You should be OK now”
She said: "Thank you so much. I just hope I can make it up the hill now. I had not realised quite how much it had snowed when I was at work. I was really busy and although I saw it was snowing during the afternoon, I assumed that by the time I went home it would either all be gone or would be just slush on the roads. I was amazed when I walked out just now and found the road completely covered still and then when I walked on it I realised that it had frozen. If I had know that I would have come out and moved my car to the top of the hill this afternoon.”
I said: "Well as you are the only car still parked in either car park, everyone else must have be able to drive out okay, so you should be able to as well, as it has not snowed since they all left because you can still see all of their tracks. They haven’t been covered up by fresh snow. You will be all right because when you hit the slope you will already be moving, having driven across the level part of the car park. You were only stuck here because you were trying to start from a stationary position. You will have momentum onto the hill so you will be fine”
She replied: “I hope so, will you be able to stay to just make sure. Assuming that I make it I want to thank you know for rescuing me. You are very kind to stop and see if I was Okay.”
I walked away to go and get my dog, who was still sat on the grass, as the nurse made sure that her wheels were turned hard to the right so that she would get passed the kerb. She pulled away very slowly and I did not hear any wheel spin. She drove off slowly across the car park towards the junction with the access road.
I collected the dogs lead just as she reached the junction. She seemed to be going far too slowly to have any hope of using her momentum to get up the hill. She slowly turned to her right as she left the car park and almost as soon as the car was onto the access road, her rear offside wheel started to spin. She managed to crawl forwards a few more feet but the car stopped moving and she sat there spinning her wheel. I thought great, if you can’t even get up the first 10 yards, you have little hope of making it to the top of the hill that was about 70 yards!
She stopped and slowly reversed back round into the car park. I walked over to her. She opened her door again and whilst laughing said: "I did not get very far did I?”
I said: "That was only because you approached much to slowly. Come further back into the car park and then accelerate more so that you are travelling faster as you reach to turn up the hill. Move over to your left a little so that the right turn up the slope is not quite as sharp, as otherwise that will slow you down as well”.
She selected reverse as I closed her door and she started to reverse. Her wheels span as she tried to move but the car did start to back up the very gentle slope across the centre of the car park.
When she got to about half way she stopped and then started to drive towards my position and the access road. Her wheels span for a few seconds as she pulled away quite aggressively but soon stopped as she accelerated towards the access road. She made quite a gentle turn as she reach the road and this time her momentum kept her going on up the hill. She reached about half way, which actually surprised me, before I heard a wheel start to spin. However the car managed to keep going but did appear to be slowing down, and I then heard the engine start to rev more loudly. She was obviously giving it more revs in the hope of reaching the top with this attempt. However, as she got nearer to the left hand turn at the top she slowed down and then stopped moving forwards anymore. I could hear her wheels still spinning like mad on the icy snow. The noise then changed from one continuous high revving to repeated high and then low revs. She was obviously pumping her accelerator like I had showed her in a desperate attempt to make it up the last section of the hill. If only I could have been in the car with her to watch and hear if she was talking to the car again!
Eventually she gave up and then slowly reversed all the way back down and round into the car park.
She stopped by me again and opened her door before saying “I was so close, I thought I was going to make it. My wheels did not spin at all on the hill until I was nearly at the bend. When they suddenly started spinning, I did what you showed me but I could not get any further. What now. How about if you have a go?”
I said: "I reckon that the problem is that there is no weight in the back of your car. Most cars these days are front wheel drive so they have the weight of the engine sat over the front wheels. Your rear wheels only have the weight of a very light body panel and nothing else. If I were to sit in your car with my dog, our added weight might make all the difference. I weigh 18 stone and he is over 30 kilos, whatever that is in English. Also, you could try starting right back at the far end of the car park by the wall. You nearly made it from starting half way back. Next time, with my weight and that extra distance to pick up speed I am sure you will make it. You would prefer to drive home wouldn’t you, and this is the best chance you have of doing that. There is no point in me driving. You only weigh about half what I do so I need to go in the back.”
She said: "Okay but I am a bit worried about making the turn up the hill whilst travelling faster than I was this last time. I could feel it sliding sideways a little and now you want me to go faster still”
I said: "It will only need to be a little bit faster. As you drive across the car park keep well over to the left then the turn up the hill will be easier. I had better get in”
Before she had a chance to change her mind I walked round to the back but the rear doors were locked. I started to walk back round towards the drivers door. She called out “Is it locked?” I replied: “Yes” as I came past the rear wheel. As I headed towards the drivers door she suddenly opened it and the engine stopped. I was expecting her to hand me the key but as I got nearer I saw her start to lift her right leg out. I was about to tell her to stay where she was and that I would unlock it, when I suddenly realised that I could see progressively more of her uncovered thigh, as she brought her leg further round. I managed to stop myself from speaking and as she put her high-heeled shoe down onto the snow covered floor she said: "I had better do it as the lock is very temperamental, you have to have a knack, and anyway, you need to get into the back seat afterwards”
I looked down at her legs and was rewarded with an almost slow motion shot of her skirt gradually riding up and then her legs parting as she finished swinging her right leg round and placed her right foot on the ground. She was getting out quite slowly as though she was worried about trying to stand up in the snow in high heels. Luckily this meant that her legs were quite wide apart for longer than I would have expected as she kept her left leg back by the clutch until her right foot was well placed in the snow. I had a nice view of a wide band of stocking top both on the inside of her left thigh and on the top part as well, just enough in fact to see her front left suspender for a few moments.
She then started to bring her left leg round towards the door and soon after the stocking top disappeared as her legs came back together.
I think she saw me looking at her legs because she then glanced down at them and said: "I’m not really dressed for driving in snow. I bet I am flashing my stocking tops now, but I can’t get out quickly or I may slip over in these heels”
I said: "It's fine, you take as much time as you like. I will regard that little flash as my reward for stopping to see if I could help you”
She then amazed me by saying “You will deserve another flash if you manage to get me up that hill and on my way home”
I said: "I have a feeling that I might have to hold you to that promise”
I had previously noted that she was wearing a wedding ring and so I was amazed that she was talking about stockings to someone she only met about 5 minutes before. Still I did not mind.
I put the dog in the back boot type compartment and then walked round to the driver’s door and climbed into the back seat. I sat exactly in the middle of the bench type seat and then leant forwards so that as she got in, I was almost looking over her left shoulder. This gave me the chance to look down at her legs, without her seeing me looking. The interior light went off when she closed the driver’s door, but there was still quite a bit of light from the large speedometer display, which is almost like a living room clock face and is situation right in the middle of the dash halfway between the driver and passenger. It shone light down onto the top and outer part of her left thigh. Her dress rode up as she sat down in her seat and luckily she did not look down at it, and so made no attempt to try and pull it down a little. Although the hem was not high enough to reveal her stocking top, it did reveal quite an extent of stocking covered thigh.
As I was getting into the back seat, I thought ‘Now, which do I really want. To see her stuck on the hill with plenty of wheel spinning, and her not able to get home, or for her to make it up the hill and then me to insist that she keeps her promise to show me her stocking tops? What a dilemma? After all, I had already seen her once, when she was completely stuck, so maybe the stocking tops should be the priority. Ideally of course, I would like have liked both, but I did not really rate her chances of making it up the hill, even with the extra weight that the car was now carrying.
Whilst I was thinking about this, she started the engine and then reversed the full length of the car park, almost right back to the wall.
She selected first and was about to pull away when she said: "You had better tell me how fast to go and whereabouts to drive in the car park”.
I pointed to a sign on the left of the entrance into the car park and said: "Head towards that sign and then turn up the hill in a nice gentle ark. I will tell you how fast to go”.
She pulled away without spinning her wheels. As soon as we were moving I encouraged her to speed up and to move further over to the left. She did as she was asked but I wanted her to be faster so encouraged her to accelerate even more. She was not travelling at high speed but it certainly felt fast in the conditions. The frozen snow was cracking under the wheels. I was not surprised when she said: "I’m going too fast, I won’t make it”. I told her to stay calm and to just steer really gently as she made the turn. In fairness to her she did not slow, even though she did appear to be quite scarred. She did as I asked and when she was about half way round I told her to accelerate again.
She pressed the pedal down some more and for a moment or two the rear of the car twitched as though it was going to go into a sideways skid. However, the car carried on making the turn and within a few seconds she was straightening up and driving up the hill. Her wheels were keeping their grip even though she was trying to accelerate. The car carried on climbing up the straight section of the hill and then near the top she had to slowly turn to her left to negotiate the curve round to meet the old road.
This was now the tricky bit as the car was making a left turn on a steep hill. Suddenly her rear nearside wheel started to spin. The car immediately lost some speed but she was quickly into pumping the accelerator pedal like I had shown her back in the car park. I thought for a moment that she was going to make it, as she was only a couple of car lengths from the brow of the hill, and the car was back on a straight section of road. However, her wheel continued to spin and she carried on loosing speed. Soon we were down to a slow crawl and she really went mad with the pumping of the accelerator pedal. It was obvious that she was completely determined to make it up the last short section of hill, but it was now not looking so good.
The car was down to only just moving and her nearside wheel was spinning like mad each time she slammed the accelerator down. She suddenly called out: “Come on baby, please make it. You can do it. There’s not far to go, pleeeeease”
I said to her: “Try repeatedly dipping the clutch and letting it up, at the opposite time to the accelerator”
The car was now just about stationary but she did as I asked without another word. She seemed to understand what I wanted without any further explanation or comment. I was surprised, but was then happy to sit and watch her moving her left leg up and down on the clutch. It was a really sexy sight as I could see the shape of her thigh muscles tighten as she pushed her left leg out straight each time she pressed the clutch to the floor.
It was obvious that she was not going to make it as even doing this she was unable to gain any further distance up the hill.
I decided not to say anything and to see what she did. I sat and watched her left leg repeatedly move up and down whilst I could hear the effects of her pumping the right pedal on the engine, which was almost snarling like a tethered beast! She carried on pumping both the pedals and I carried on watching without saying anything. It was a good job that she was concentrating on what she was going, so that she did not notice that I was staring permanently at her legs as she continued pumping the pedals and spinning her wheels!
She started talking again saying: “I can’t make it. I am stuck again. I am so close. Why can’t I get up this last bit? Come on car please don’t make me have to reverse all that way down again”
I said: " “Keep trying for a little while longer. You might managed to wear the snow away enough to get some grip and get you up the last few yards”.
She said: "I want to but now my leg is really starting to hurt. It's aching from pressing the clutch in and out so much. I am going to have to stop it's no good. Is that okay?”
I said: "Okay if you must but you won’t be able to start off again if you do”
She did not reply but just put her foot on the brake and then applied the handbrake.
She then turned to face me and said: " This is so frustrating. I didn’t think I would get even half way up the hill, certainly not as far as this, but when I managed to get almost to the top, I was then desperate to make it. I can’t face trying again. I don’t want to reverse all that way back down a snow-covered hill. It frightened me enough making the turn out of the car park. When the car skidded a little I was really scared. What I don’t understand is why the wheels were able to grip all the way up the hill until just before the top. Why did I suddenly start spinning then, but not before?”
I said: "It was because of the bend. It gets slightly steeper at that point and it must have been enough to make you spin”
She said: "Will you reverse it back so that I can leave it parked in the car park rather than her on the steep hill?”
I said: "There is one last option that we could try before you have to give up completely. I think it is worth it as it will enable you to drive home and that is what you want isn’t it?”
She replied: “Yes but what else is there?”
I said: "There is a driveway right behind us that is almost level. If you slowly reversed straight back onto their drive, you would then be able to get a run at this little section of hill without having to go all the way back to the car park. If it does not work, we could ask them if you could leave the car there anyway. The fact that you got as far as you did up the hill after the run up that you had across the car park shows how important momentum is. I am sure that if you went back to their garage door and then accelerated like you did before, that you would have enough speed to get you up this last slope. It's dead straight so you would not have to worry about getting into a skid when turning or anything. I am sure you can do it. I can see that you are a good driver to have got this far and to have picked up the pedal pumping technique so quickly. It has got to be worth at least one try”
She said: "I don’t feel like it really, but I would love to be able to drive home so I suppose it makes sense to give it one try. Okay, you have persuaded me. Are you sure it's not that you just want to see me spinning my wheels even more?”
I nearly died. My heart certainly missed a beat. How did she know? Did she really know, or was it just a throw a way comment? Luckily I managed to think of an immediate reply.
I said: "I don’t think so, I would rather be at home in the warm. No, the reason for wanting you to carry on is so that you will have to keep your promise”
She said: "What promise”
I said: "To flash me a glimpse of your stocking tops of course”
She replied: “Oh my god, I had forgotten about that. Trust a man to remember! I’ll tell you want. I am so desperate to get off this hill and to drive home; I will flash my suspenders as well. These are real stockings, not hold ups”
I said: "We had better get on and try then”
Whilst she selected reverse and started looking behind her for where to reverse my mind went back to her comment about me wanting to see her stuck. I could only assume that she might have thought that because of the effort that I had put in to help her. I expect that most guys would have pushed her in the car park, but when she did not make it up the hill the first time, they would have told her to give up, not start suggesting that they get into her car! It was a reasonable assumption on her behalf, once I thought about it, but I was pretty happy that my answer had deflected her thoughts onto her promise, which she would probably have accepted as a good enough reason for most guys to carry on helping.
She slowly reversed straight back and I assisted her by looking out of the rear door windows. The short double driveway that I told her about was straight behind us. There were two garage doors at the end of the drive, which was only about one car length long. However the drive did go up hill slightly for the last few feet. I thought that it would be useful if she was able to reverse right back to the garage door, because the downward slope would then help her accelerate more quickly and enable her to reach the start of the hill with more momentum. I explained this too her as she reversed. She obviously went slowly because it was a bit difficult to see and she did not want to drive into the garage door. She was getting pretty close to it when suddenly her rear wheel span in the snow. She gave out a shriek and immediately put her foot on the brake pedal. She said: "I am getting stuck again just reversing”
I said: "That’s actually good, because it means you have got back far enough to be on the upward slope. That will now help you gain more speed. You need to put it in first and then do a Grand Prix type start. Really go for it and keep the wheels as straight as possible”
She said: "I wish you would drive”
I replied: “You can do it. It's my weight that has got us this far up the hill. It would be daft to stop making us of it now. This is dead easy. Just pretend you are at a set of traffic light with a boy racer sat in his car alongside you. Think that you are going to try and pull away to beat him to the bus stop further down the road. You would not worry about doing that would you. This is just the same, except no one is watching you”
She replied: “Okay, here goes”
She started by revving the engine to the max! She then put it in gear and started to take the hand brake off. She let up the clutch with such speed that her wheels span in the snow on the driveway, even though she was facing down a slope! The car shot forwards put she eased off for a second or two because the wheels spinning had obviously surprised her. I told her to keep going and accelerate. She did as I asked and the car shot out into the road and started up the hill. However, as soon as the full weight of it was actually onto the slope her wheels started spinning. It was probably due to her still giving it so much power, put as soon as then started to spin her speed started to slow. She had not got up as much speed as I thought she would have be able to, partially because of the spinning start and due to her slight hesitation. The slowing seemed to be a bit too quick and although we were still moving forwards towards the brow I was anything but sure that she would be able to make it. I called to her to start pumping again over the sound of the engine revving. She immediately pumped her left leg up and down on the clutch and her right foot did the same on the accelerator. She kept on crawling forwards for further than I would have thought she could. Perhaps she was going to make it after all. The brow of the hill was about one cars length away as the forward movement finally came to a stop.
She was getting really frustrated. She had already really started banging the pedals up and down in a last desperate big to make it to the top. The engine was revving at high speed when she pressed that accelerator to what almost seemed like the floor.
She then said: "Come on, come on you can make it. Please don’t get stuck here”. She then shouted: “Come on, come on”, followed by “Oh for fuck sake you stupid car, get some bloody grip will you”
Her language amazed me, but then again it must have been really frustrating for her. She was within about ten feet of the top of the hill, but just could not get any further. She sat there with her wheels spinning like mad but it was no good.
She stopped and said to me: “This car is fucking useless in the snow”
I said: " Yes, it's just too light at the back. That is why I tried to help my getting in. Perhaps I should have eat a few more cakes over the years and then I might have weighed over 20 stone and that could have made all the difference”
She seemed to calm down a bit and laughed at my pathetic joke saying: “Maybe I should permanently carry around a few sacks of potatoes during the winter to give me more weight in the back. What do we do now? That was so frustrating, I so nearly made it”
I said: "I have one last plan. I promise to let you give up if it does not work, and it's the same as what you have just done. However, I reckon that if you reverse onto the other drive next to where you were just now, and start from there, the hill looks to be less steep on the right hand side of the road. Also, the driveway is flat on that side, so you will not spin when pulling away and loose momentum like you did that time. If you start from that other driveway it will still be a straight run ahead of you, but you will be travelling on the wrong side of the road, but only for the short distance to the top of the hill. You won’t meet anything, because nothing else can get up the slope on the other side. It's your best hope. You have done the difficult bit. This in comparison is easy!
It's just a straight run, at a small slope. I am sure you will do it with no problems and then you get on home”
She said: "Okay, lets hope your right”
She started to reverse and I directed her over to the other driveway. She was able to reverse almost up to the garage door without spinning a wheel as once she was off the access road, the driveway was just about flat.
She asked if she should do the same as before. I told her exactly the same, but with slightly less revs when she started off, in the hope that she did not spin her wheels and scare herself into slowing down right at the start.
She selected first gear and revved the engine, but not as much as before. She let the clutch up slightly slower as well. Her wheels immediately span for a couple of seconds but then stopped spinning as the car pulled forwards and off the driveway and onto the road. The road seemed to be almost level as well for a short distance before it steepened up as it approached the brow.
She managed to drive for a few more feet and was trying to accelerate as she came off of the driveway, when suddenly her wheels lost traction and started spinning. She immediately realised and called out “I’m spinning again”
I told her to keep going and to start pumping immediately. I watched by the light of the speedometer as she started pressing her clutch pedal in and out yet again. It was a lovely sight and I thought to myself that I had better concentrate on enjoying the moment, as she was likely to make it over the brow any minute and that would be the end of the show.
The car had slowed to a minute crawl but she was still moving just about. She said: "I’m not going to make it, I’m just spinning again”.
I said: "You are still moving and you only have a few yards to go. Keep doing what you are but give it slightly more revs and trying rocking backwards and forwards in your seat, and I will do the same”
As her wheels continued to spin she said: "Rock in my seat? What do you mean?”
I said: "As you let the clutch up each time, push forwards on the steering wheel. When you dip it again, stop pushing. We are trying to get some momentum going to get you up over the brow”
She started rocking in her seat and to help I began calling out when to push and when to stop pushing. I did the same, but pushed on the back of the drivers and passengers seats.
She was amazed that after she got the hang of it and was really pushing quite hard and rocking exactly in time with the clutch movement, the car actually started to move forwards a fraction more with each rock. She said: "My God, it's working. We are actually moving. It won’t be long before we reach the top. This is amazing. Should I do it some more?”
I said: "As long as you do it in time with the clutch coming up, the more you can rock the better”.
She took me at my word and gave a fantastic show of pedal pumping and rocking in her seat. It was a shame that there was only the light from the Speedo and the streetlights from outside, so a fair bit of her was in the dark or shadows, but even so, as I was sat almost right behind her left shoulder, I had a great view of her rocking. I thought at one stage that she might break her drivers seat by pushing backwards on it so harshly!
The car was starting to move a fraction further with each rocking and I realised that she was approaching the brow where the gradient eased off. I told her to keep rocking and gradually the car speeded up, even though the wheels were still spinning. Suddenly the spinning stopped and the front of the car went over the brow. She gave out a massive “YES, I DID IT. I’M GOING HOME” at the top of her voice.
I asked her to stop before she started to go down the steep slope on the other side. I was about to explain how to drive down the snow-covered access road without skidding or crashing into the wall at the bottom, where the access road met the main street. Before I could speak, she turned and said: "I just don’t know how to thank you for saving me. I never thought I was going to get out of there. You have been fantastic. I would never have to do all those things you taught me. You must allow me to take you home. Even if it's not on my way, it's the least I can do”
I said: "Well I am now rather late so it would be good, and I don’t really fancy getting back out into the cold, so I will accept your kind offer, and Jake looks like he might be pretty thankful that she does not have to plod home along snow covered pavements getting his paws all cold again”
She said: "I had forgotten about him. He has been so good I forgot he was with us in the back”
I said: "I expect that with all the worry about getting up the hill, you have forgotten about my reward as well?”
She said: "Actually I haven’t. I plan to flash at you when I drop you off. I had already thought about that, so there, you are wrong”
I said: "I can’t wait. It's a good job I am not staying too far away”
I then explained how she should drive down the slope on the access road, and as she did it I started having one last ‘naughty’ thought. She did not know me, or where I was staying. If I thought quickly, I could direct her to a road somewhere and say I was staying there, but then watch her as she pulled away. If I got her to drop me off on a hill, I might see more wheel spinning. Clever!
She got to the bottom of the hill and headed along the main road towards the town. She drove pretty slowly and so she gave me a bit of time to think. What I really needed was a cul de sac that had a slope, which you had to drive up to get back onto a main road. Ideally I needed to think of one that had a pretty steep slope right up to the junction. She would then be forced to stop or almost stop to give way, and would then be on an uphill slope that was likely to be still covered in snow, as most cul de sacs are not used by a lot of cars. The problem was could I think of somewhere in the next two minutes, before we reached the centre of town and I then had to give her directions?
Ideally the cul de sac needed to be reasonably close by where I was staying. I did not mind a bit of a walk home afterwards, but it was pretty cold and I did not fancy a hike of a couple of miles, even if it was to see such a nice lady stuck again in a rear wheel drive car!
I remembered a road that another mate of mine lived in, that was only about half a mile from where I was staying. The junction was reasonably sloped from the side road up to the main road. It was a cul de sac of sorts, in that the road up to the main road was the only exit from the small estate of new houses, but there were about four roads leading off of it.
As we got into the town centre I directed her to the main road heading towards the housing estate. I realised that actually it was quite a good choice, because I would be able to get her to drop me off and then walk off along one of the side roads off of the sloping access road. She would have to turn round and would not know where I had gone. I might then be able to get into a position to watch her attempt to drive back up the slope and hopefully get stuck at the junction with the main road.
We chatted about various things as I directed her to the main road through the new housing estate. We got to the turning to the cul de sac and I told her to turn left into it. I made sure that I was chatting away about something so that she did not have the opportunity to notice the fact that the road sloped down hill.
The sloping access road is about 100 yards long with a ‘T’ junction at the bottom with a road going left and right. About half way down there is a turning off to the right. I asked her to pull to the side of the road opposite this turning, whilst still facing down the road. I asked her how I got the passenger seat to tip forwards to enable me to get out from the back seat. She told me that the passenger seat was broken and that I would have to get out of her side. She opened her driver’s door and stepped out. She then pulled the lever or whatever it was to allow the seat to tip forwards. I started to get out and then remembered the dog. I asked her to open the back doors. She walked slowly in the snow around to the doors and let the dog out. As she was shutting them she said: "I don’t know how to thank you for getting me out of that car park. I am so happy that I can drive home tonight. I really did not think I would be able to when I saw all the snow as I locked up the surgery”
I said: "I am glad I was able to help”
I turned and just started to walk off, intending to get across the road and into the side road as quickly as possible, so that I would be able to position myself to see her driving back up the slope once she had turned round.
She said: "Haven’t you forgotten something?”
I said: "No, I have the dog and my gloves” (which I was just putting one)
She said: "I thought you were waiting for your treat. I thought you wanted to see these”
With that she lifted up her dress far enough to reveal her stocking tops and front suspenders. I was absolutely amazed, both that she had lifted her dress in the middle of the road on a housing estate, and that I had been so busy thinking about her getting stuck again, that I had forgotten about her promise.
I really enjoyed the view. Her legs were nice and shapely and with the heels that she was wearing and the nice deep top stockings she looked fantastic. She only held the dress up for a few seconds, but it was long enough for me to really enjoy.
I said: "What is it about nurses and stockings. They go together so well, especially when they are on such lovely legs as yours”
She said: "Thank you. I had better be off before I freeze to death. Thanks again. Oh by the way, I take it I have to go back out the way I came in”
I said: "Yes, just turn round at the bottom as there is no other road out and then turn right back onto the main road. Go careful pulling out at the top, because cars sometimes come tearing along the main road there, although I doubt if they will tonight, but be careful”
She thanked me again and I headed off across the sloping access road into side road.
I heard her car pull away. I then ran to the end of the garden of the first house. They had a garage at the end of their garden. I stood around the corner of this as she turned around at the bottom of the slope. I heard her start to drive back up the slope. I am not sure if her wheels span at all as she pulled away, but soon she was slowly driving back up the slope past the end of the side road where I was waiting. I kept back from the pavement, in front of the garage door as she went by.
As soon as she was past, I ran as fast as I could (tugging the dog along as well!) alongside the garden of the first house. As I got to the end I stopped so that I could use the corner of the house to block my view up the slope to the junction. I stepped forward a few paces, so that I could get a clear view.
By now her car had reached the junction and she was sat at the Give Way line (which was buried under the snow) with her right turn indicator flashing. I was surprised that she was stationary. I had expected her to not quite stop at the give way, but slow right down and then try to pull away. I hoped that the slope would make her wheels spin, but there was no guarantee. However, she just sat there for a few seconds, and then I realised why. I saw the headlight of a car coming slowly along the main road. She had stopped to give way to that car, even though it was only going slowly.
What a piece of luck. Instead of her having possibly not stopped at the junction and not spun either, now she was going to have to make a proper hill start on a slope covered in snow! What a piece of luck! My heart was bounding with excitement (and from the running) and the dog was breathing heavily. I was worried that even if she did spin, I night not hear it!
However, I need not have worried. Once the car had gone, she tried to pull away. It would have been sensible to try and do so as gently as possible in an attempt to avoid wheel spin. However, she did not seem to be thinking of that, as she must have let the clutch up at the speed she normally does, because the rear wheel (or wheels – I could not tell if it was both) immediately started to spin. From the noise they made, it was obvious that they were spinning at a speed that was much faster then they would have been if she had pulled away very slowly. How I wanted to be a fly on the wall in her car at that moment! I wondered what she must have been saying?
The wheels spinning carried on uninterrupted for about 15 seconds and then stopped. It then started again almost immediately, but this time the engine revs were quite a bit higher. She was obviously giving it some revs in the hope of being able to crawl forwards about two car lengths, which would have got her to the middle of the main road, and the safety of a flat piece of tarmac.
However the snow and the effects of the slope were too much for her
lightweight car, and she just sat there spinning her wheels. I was not able to move from my location as if I had stepped out into the road too much, she may have seen me. I therefore had to wait and see what she did next.
I saw the little reversing light come on under the rear number plate, and the car then started to move backwards very slowly. The odd thing was the direction of her reversing!
When she had stopped at the junction she had positioned the car on a slight angle facing to her right (the way she was intending to turn), as opposed to stopping exactly at right angles to the main road. This meant that I had been able to see slightly down the driver’s side of the car from where I was back down the road behind her. When she started to reverse, I had assumed that she would have straightened up, so that she was reversing down the middle of the access road and at 90 degrees to the main road and give way lines. However, she must have just straightened the steering wheel and then started to reverse. This resulted in her rear nearside wheel starting to head for the nearside kerb, whilst her car became on more of an angle to the main road. I don’t know why she did that. It may have been because she thought that the slope would be then slightly less steep (which was probably true), which certainly would have been some advanced thinking. On the other hand, it may have indicated that she was pretty rubbish as reversing and that she had not really noticed that she was not heading straight back into the access road as she went backwards. She stopped before her rear passenger wheel got to the kerb and almost immediately tried to pull away again. Had she done so quite slowly and steadily, with her steering wheels now nice and straight and in line with the bodywork, she might have stood a chance, especially as the car was not on quite a steep a slope as before. However, she just went for it yet again, letting the clutch up at speed and making the wheels spin immediately. As soon as they were spinning she accelerated and the engine revs went up. All that happened was that her poor old rear offside wheel span round and round at high speed and the car did not move. With the car now on more of an angle, I could now see the offside wheel thanks to the nice efficient streetlights on this new estate.
I then heard the engine revs start to rise and fall, like they had on the hill out of the surgery. It was obvious that she was now pumping her accelerator in a desperate attempt to get moving forwards. She kept this up for longer but eventually she was forced to give up.
She turned the front wheels to the right and then selected reverse and very slowly started to try and swing the car back round so that it was straight and she was able to reverse it back down the slope. However, she only got a few feet before she stopped. The rear nearside corner of her car seemed to be close to the pavement, but of course from where I was I could not be sure. It was likely that her rear nearside wheel had come into contact with the kerb stone on the corner, in front of the first house in the road. I waited to see what she would do. I expected her to carry on and try and reverse round, but the brake lights came on and then the reversing light went off. She was obviously worried about trying to get back round any further and was going to try forwards again.
I could still see her offside wheel and sure enough as soon as she tried to pull forwards it started spinning again. Once more she tried pumping the pedal as the car engine revs went up and down as before, but the result did not change and she could not pull forwards.
The reversing light then came on again and it was obvious that she was going to try and reverse up the kerb with her rear nearside wheel and then swing round straight and probably reverse right back to the bottom of the hill? I had to be ready to run back into the side road and to hide by the garage door if she made it.
However, I need not have worried as when she eventually let the clutch up, after what seemed like at least half a minute of her sat there (probably contemplating her options), her offside wheel just span and span, and when she increased the revs, it span some more!
She was now really and truly stuck and was not able to move forwards or backwards. She carried on trying, probably reasoning that trying to reverse downhill was a better option than up hill, even if one of her wheels was lying against a kerb!
I could not give myself away my walking up to her, as It would have been obvious that I had set this situation up, especially as I did not have anywhere to hide the dog, who had I really lived in that road, should have been in doors by now. Also, if she did remain stuck and had to leave her car there. I could hardly expect her to walk half a mile to where I was really staying further along in the estate, having been asked to be dropped off in this road!
I was trapped into just looking and not getting involved. I was rather sorry for her by now, as I had not intended to get her completely stuck. It had never crossed my mind. I had assumed that she would have just spun her wheels a few times, and then either have made it away from the junction, or reversed back down the hill and driven out at a higher speed. She knew that this was what she needed to do from her experiences with me in the surgery car park. I could not do anything to help. All I could do was watch. Although it was exciting, it was tinged with some regret. I had seen her stuck again and totally stuck at that, which is always nice, but now I almost wanted her to get going as she was nice and I did not want her getting really badly upset.
Eventually she gave up trying in reverse and then had another go to get up the hill. This only lasted about ten seconds and then she stopped.
Suddenly her driver’s door opened and I nearly had a heart attack. Was she about to walk down the road and come along into the side road to see if she could find where I lived? Where could I run to (with a dog running behind me) in the time it would take her to walk the 50 yards down to where I was stood?
Luckily, she just walked around the back of the car and looked at the nearside wheel. She then opened the rear doors and took out a pieced of carpet that had been on the floor there, and which my dog had been sat on. She came around to the offside wheel and bent over carefully placing the carpet in front of the tyre. She then went to her driver's door and bent in, before standing back up with what looked like a floor mat. She then closed her driver's door and placed that in front of the carpet. The two almost filled the gap between the rear and front tyres.
She then opened her driver's door again and leant right in. It was obvious that she was picking up something from the passengers side of the car. I saw her black legs poking out from under her dress, which had ridden up as she bent forwards. Unfortunately I was too far away to tell if she flashed a glimpse of her stocking tops! That would have been asking too much – seeing them again on top of all the other excitement.
She then stood back up with another floor mat in her hand. She walked around to the passenger side of the car and bent over somewhere near the rear nearside wheel. I assumed that she was placing the mat in front of that tyre as well.
She came back round to the driver's door and got in. I expected her to give the engine a load of revs and to then try and pull away at high speed. Instead, she did the exact opposite!
She selected reverse and tried to get go backwards. When her wheel span, she started rocking the car like I had shown her earlier. I could see the bodywork rocking slowly backwards and forwards. Suddenly, with the car at the extreme of it's backwards motion, she stopped it and must have applied the handbrake. She then got out again and proceeded to pull the carpet tight back to the tyre immediately in front of the rear offside wheel. She then disappeared around to the nearside and presumably did the same thing there whilst bent over.
She walked back to the driver's door and got in. She must have selected first gear as I then heard the engine rev very slightly. The offside wheel then started to slide round very very slowly. Suddenly it stopped spinning and the car started to move. It was obvious that she had managed to pull forward a few inches and was now getting some decent grip whilst driving forwards across the carpet. The car carried on as the rear wheel went over the floor mat as well. This then shot out from under the rear of the wheel after the car had passed over it, and then the tyre started to spin again. However, by now the front of the car was well out into the main road and although the wheel continued to spin, the car kept moving forwards. It was touch and go for a few seconds as the wheel spinning got faster and the forward movement of the car slowed gradually. However the bulk of the car was by now off of the main part of the slope on the access road and so it managed to keep going.
I watched as she carried on driving out into the middle of the main road and then the car disappeared behind the first house on the opposite side of the road. The spinning and revving then stopped, and a little while later I saw her walking across the top of the road. I dived back behind the house on the corner in case she looked down the access road. By the time I peeped another look, she was walking back towards the car gingerly carrying the piece of carpet, and presumably the floor mats as well.
She then disappeared and a little while later I heard her pull away (without spinning).
I walked back up the access road to where she had been stuck. I looked casually at the tyre and wheel spinning marks she had made in the snow (in case anyone was looking at me out of their snow-covered windows!)
I could clearly see where her offside wheel had been continually spinning whilst the nearside one was against the kerb, even though the marks were slightly flattened from where she had laid the carpet on top.
I was surprised that there were no signs of spinning where the nearside wheel had come up against the kerb. Obviously the offside one was on a more slippery part of the road surface. The snow was definitely deeper right next to the kerb, as obviously nothing had driven through it that close to the edge of the road.
Just then I saw another mad fool approaching me along the main road, also walking his dog. I therefore had to stop my examination of the skid marks and look like I was on a proper walk.
I headed off along the main road towards my mates house, reliving the events of the evening from start to finish.
When I got to his place, he was amazed that I had been gone so long. I did not mention anything of my experiences from that evening. He did mention that I had a very bright red face. I put if down to the chilly wind that I had been walking back facing. Luckily he seamed to accept my explanation.
I did not get a chance to visit either location until almost late evening the following day. Unfortunately a lot of the snow had disappeared by then, as there had been quite a bit of sunshine during that day. In any case, I did not have a camera with me and I could hardly ask to borrow my mates!
If I ever have to move back to this town, I think I know which Doctor’s surgery I will be putting my name down for!
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