Registration plate 
Official local mnemonic: Deeside
Postal area: Shrewsbury
Issued: between march 2016 and august 2016
White Vauxhall, manufactured in 2016, first registered on 1 March 2016. Cylinder capacity: 1598cc, CO2 emissions: 181 g/km.
Official local mnemonic: DeesidePostal area: Shrewsbury
Issued: between march 2016 and august 2016
White Vauxhall, manufactured in 2016, first registered on 1 March 2016. Cylinder capacity: 1598cc, CO2 emissions: 181 g/km.
✗ Untaxed Tax due: 29 January 2019
✗ No MOT Expired: 14 March 2020
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DX16 ENJ
A driver2016-04-08 12:05:28
Friday mornings in the Keston/Hayes area in leafy South-East London suburbia are regularly featured in the top ten TripAdvisor Breath-taking Ordinariness charts (behind WHSmith’s ‘New Arrivals’ section, Virgin Trains lunch options and anything by Adele). That aside, as someone who has either taken the time to google this number plate, or someone who has stumbled upon a review that contains all the excitement of a medium length Tuesday afternoon train delay at Middlesbrough, minus the fun of whatever took you there, you’re evidently in the market for some excitement. And so was I, on said Friday morning. Friday 8th April 2016 at 10.01, to be precise.
It was to be a morning where I was introduced to the delights of the Bevan Group, whose story evidently began when Ron Bevan ‘founded a bodybuilding company to serve the needs of rapidly
expanding freight transport industry’. A bold and admirable step that has since been furthered by a series of enviable highlights, including relocating to larger premises in 1979, a further relocation to an independent site in Blakeley Hall Road, Oldbury in 1988, the much -admired launch of Bevan Aftercare in 2003, the purchase of PG Reeves in 2009 and my own personal encounter with a white van, registration DX16 ENJ, to whom I gave the name Ange, on account of those last three letters.
Keen to promote the brand, unsatisfied with her status as merely something in my rear view mirror and with a shared interest in turning right from Five Elms Road onto Baston Road (Latitude 51.371534 Longitude 0.022710, to be precise), Ange evidently felt that the 0.43 (it could have been 0.44 – we may beg to differ) of a second it took me to look to check the road ahead was clear of fellow excitement-seekers, was all the reason she needed to immediately set about a marketing campaign like no other.
Pulling up on the left of my vehicle (well, not exactly mine, but my father’s, who I was driving home from eye surgery and whose temporary imperfect vision was no barrier to his own introduction to the work of the Bevan Group) Ange considered her pressing requirement to turn right of far greater importance than my own. Credit due – she did indicate (was it she, or the male driver imprisoned within?), a thoughtful gesture that was negated by the unavoidable and immediate observation that both Ange and I were about to be sharing the very same space. Some would say she cut me up on a right turn and tried to undertake. I prefer a more gentlemanly approach to such matters.
We then spent nine short but magnificent minutes getting to know each other. Ange positioned herself such that she appeared interested in the small print on the showroom sticker on my rear window and so as I were able to get a good, long look at any recent dental work her locked-in driver had had done from my rear-view mirror. It was closer than many husbands allow their wives to get, so I assume I ought to be thankful for her admiration and eagerness.
Sadly, a few moments later and Ange had lost interest - just as I was metaphorically applying my lipstick whilst playing hard to get. Bevan Group drivers really are a fickle bunch. Approaching a small queue of traffic on Hayes Lane by a roundabout (the Chinese Garage Roundabout as it’s known to locals – on account of it having a former petrol station built in the style of a majestic Beijing Palace in its honour), Ange took a sudden swing to a side of the road usually reserved for driving in Brittany, but temporarily brought to Angleterre in the form of downtown Beckenham.
Thankfully avoiding yet another pesky excitement-seeker who preferred the traditional side of the road, and who has also recently passed the Chinese Roundabout, albeit in the opposite direction, Ange found herself fifteen feet further along in the small queue of Chinese Roundabout day-trippers – some of whom were visiting from Brittany no less, what with the boundless fun on offer. Whilst at a standstill, I took it upon myself to snap a photo to serve as a reminder of a great love-lost – something to frame and hang on my mantelpiece and spend the rest of my days wondering how my life could have been had I allowed Ange to go one step further and implant herself firmly in my recently-serviced exhaust pipe. A minute later and Ange turned right onto Village Way. And that was the moment I was returned into the breath-taking ordinariness of a Friday morning in suburban South-East London.
I’m ever-thankful for those ten or so minutes I spend with Ange and resign myself to a future of pining hopelessly for someone – anyone – to repeat those magnificent moments of that early spring Friday morning.
Friday mornings in the Keston/Hayes area in leafy South-East London suburbia are regularly featured in the top ten TripAdvisor Breath-taking Ordinariness charts (behind WHSmith’s ‘New Arrivals’ section, Virgin Trains lunch options and anything by Adele). That aside, as someone who has either taken the time to google this number plate, or someone who has stumbled upon a review that contains all the excitement of a medium length Tuesday afternoon train delay at Middlesbrough, minus the fun of whatever took you there, you’re evidently in the market for some excitement. And so was I, on said Friday morning. Friday 8th April 2016 at 10.01, to be precise.
It was to be a morning where I was introduced to the delights of the Bevan Group, whose story evidently began when Ron Bevan ‘founded a bodybuilding company to serve the needs of rapidly
expanding freight transport industry’. A bold and admirable step that has since been furthered by a series of enviable highlights, including relocating to larger premises in 1979, a further relocation to an independent site in Blakeley Hall Road, Oldbury in 1988, the much -admired launch of Bevan Aftercare in 2003, the purchase of PG Reeves in 2009 and my own personal encounter with a white van, registration DX16 ENJ, to whom I gave the name Ange, on account of those last three letters.
Keen to promote the brand, unsatisfied with her status as merely something in my rear view mirror and with a shared interest in turning right from Five Elms Road onto Baston Road (Latitude 51.371534 Longitude 0.022710, to be precise), Ange evidently felt that the 0.43 (it could have been 0.44 – we may beg to differ) of a second it took me to look to check the road ahead was clear of fellow excitement-seekers, was all the reason she needed to immediately set about a marketing campaign like no other.
Pulling up on the left of my vehicle (well, not exactly mine, but my father’s, who I was driving home from eye surgery and whose temporary imperfect vision was no barrier to his own introduction to the work of the Bevan Group) Ange considered her pressing requirement to turn right of far greater importance than my own. Credit due – she did indicate (was it she, or the male driver imprisoned within?), a thoughtful gesture that was negated by the unavoidable and immediate observation that both Ange and I were about to be sharing the very same space. Some would say she cut me up on a right turn and tried to undertake. I prefer a more gentlemanly approach to such matters.
We then spent nine short but magnificent minutes getting to know each other. Ange positioned herself such that she appeared interested in the small print on the showroom sticker on my rear window and so as I were able to get a good, long look at any recent dental work her locked-in driver had had done from my rear-view mirror. It was closer than many husbands allow their wives to get, so I assume I ought to be thankful for her admiration and eagerness.
Sadly, a few moments later and Ange had lost interest - just as I was metaphorically applying my lipstick whilst playing hard to get. Bevan Group drivers really are a fickle bunch. Approaching a small queue of traffic on Hayes Lane by a roundabout (the Chinese Garage Roundabout as it’s known to locals – on account of it having a former petrol station built in the style of a majestic Beijing Palace in its honour), Ange took a sudden swing to a side of the road usually reserved for driving in Brittany, but temporarily brought to Angleterre in the form of downtown Beckenham.
Thankfully avoiding yet another pesky excitement-seeker who preferred the traditional side of the road, and who has also recently passed the Chinese Roundabout, albeit in the opposite direction, Ange found herself fifteen feet further along in the small queue of Chinese Roundabout day-trippers – some of whom were visiting from Brittany no less, what with the boundless fun on offer. Whilst at a standstill, I took it upon myself to snap a photo to serve as a reminder of a great love-lost – something to frame and hang on my mantelpiece and spend the rest of my days wondering how my life could have been had I allowed Ange to go one step further and implant herself firmly in my recently-serviced exhaust pipe. A minute later and Ange turned right onto Village Way. And that was the moment I was returned into the breath-taking ordinariness of a Friday morning in suburban South-East London.
I’m ever-thankful for those ten or so minutes I spend with Ange and resign myself to a future of pining hopelessly for someone – anyone – to repeat those magnificent moments of that early spring Friday morning.
DX16 ENJ
Humphrey2016-04-08 15:22:52
So, in summary, someone tailgated you? You need to get out more.
So, in summary, someone tailgated you? You need to get out more.
DX16 ENJ
nightmare2016-04-08 13:57:35
TLDR
Voted down - piss poor will never win a Pulitzer Prize
Find another occupation or better still find another site
TLDR
Voted down - piss poor will never win a Pulitzer Prize
Find another occupation or better still find another site
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Jeez, you don't half rabbit. Female by any chance?