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Remebering your car registration number is useful
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A post in another thread brought back memories of an appallingly embarrassing incident 30 odd years ago.
I was driving the limo back from a funeral in very heavy rain - it had been raining heavily for days. I had to drive through a ford I had driven through hundreds of times before.
Well, as you can guess, the engine cut out half way across, water was coming in, and the blessed car was starting to float downstream. I was very brave and didn't panic. :|
After a lifetime (3 or 4 minutes) it came to rest against a pedestrian bridge and I was able to wrestle the door open and get out. While I was waiting for help the police turned up. It was getting dark and I was cold and wet.
"Good evening, madam, is this your car?" I said it was. "In that case, can you tell me the registration number?"
No, I flaming couldn't. I had to wade out to read the number from the tax disc, it was too dark, so had to wade back, borrow the policeman's torch and get back in there.
He was smirking, I kid you not. It wasn't too dark to see that!
Ever since then, I have made sure I know the reg number of every single car I drive before I even start the engine.
I was driving the limo back from a funeral in very heavy rain - it had been raining heavily for days. I had to drive through a ford I had driven through hundreds of times before.
Well, as you can guess, the engine cut out half way across, water was coming in, and the blessed car was starting to float downstream. I was very brave and didn't panic. :|
After a lifetime (3 or 4 minutes) it came to rest against a pedestrian bridge and I was able to wrestle the door open and get out. While I was waiting for help the police turned up. It was getting dark and I was cold and wet.
"Good evening, madam, is this your car?" I said it was. "In that case, can you tell me the registration number?"
No, I flaming couldn't. I had to wade out to read the number from the tax disc, it was too dark, so had to wade back, borrow the policeman's torch and get back in there.
He was smirking, I kid you not. It wasn't too dark to see that!
Ever since then, I have made sure I know the reg number of every single car I drive before I even start the engine.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I have never been able to remember my past and present car registrations number,
I only know that my car reg I have now starts with a V and there is a 424 somewhere.
Its not only a woman's thing Ethel!
SgtDibble, I don't think the police would allow you to check your mobile, to tell them your reg number if you were caught speeding etc.
I only know that my car reg I have now starts with a V and there is a 424 somewhere.
Its not only a woman's thing Ethel!
SgtDibble, I don't think the police would allow you to check your mobile, to tell them your reg number if you were caught speeding etc.
I spent 2� years as a 'trade plater', delivering vehicles throughout the country. At 5.30am, I could be driving a white transit. By 9am I could be driving a red Porsche. By lunchtime, I could be in a blue minibus. By teatime, I could be in a black Iveco truck, on my way to pick up my last vehicle of the day, a silver Range Rover, which I'd take home overnight.
Quite often I'd call in at a supermarket on my way home. When I came out, I frequently realised that not only did I not remember where I'd parked the vehicle, I'd also completely forgotten what the vehicle actually was! (Forgetting a registration number is embarrassing. Forgetting the entire vehicle's identity is far worse!)
I'd then spend the next 10 minutes wandering around the car park trying to remember what the keys in my hand were meant to fit! ;-)
Quite often I'd call in at a supermarket on my way home. When I came out, I frequently realised that not only did I not remember where I'd parked the vehicle, I'd also completely forgotten what the vehicle actually was! (Forgetting a registration number is embarrassing. Forgetting the entire vehicle's identity is far worse!)
I'd then spend the next 10 minutes wandering around the car park trying to remember what the keys in my hand were meant to fit! ;-)
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