Sometimes it's really freaky how coincidences can happen. Get a load of this, it relates to Stagecoach.
In the 70's I lived in a tiny village called Radwell, near Baldock in Herts. Only about 30 people at most in the whole village.
In 1975/76 I started my first 'project' a Ford Pop. I wanted a big engine. I went to Santa Pod one day after murdering a poor mint Pop with a hacksaw & Barry Sheavills had put a For Sale sign on his engine. It was the Pontiac with the 3 dual carbs all in a row. So I got it, well & truly, it was wrecked when I put it in & tried starting it.
Here's the weird bit.
Next door to my house was an elderly lady, she had a grandson called Roger Cracknell, but we'd never talked. He lived in Letchworth. By chance he was visiting his nan next door to me on the day I was trying to start the pop.
He came round, see I was having trouble, but didn't ask where the engine had come from, he asked if I wanted to buy a complete & running altered for £350. I went to his garage down a dirt track in Letchworth & there sat the first Stagecoach, renamed Highwayman. What's the chances of that ! I said no thanks lol
Here's the really weird bit.
In another thread I've told how a new guy in the village that moved in 2 doors away from me came home one day with a top fuel chassis. This was a guy I'd not talked to before. So that was 3 houses in a row that all had some independent connection with dragsters in a village of about 30 people. Bizarre.
Ady.
