Floyd
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I was on the phone to a mate of mine who was guiding an artic around Londontown one day, to hear ''Oh bollocks''. He'd come face to face with a low bridge and the only way he could go was to turn down a one-way street (the wrong way) but he couldn't because there were bollards in the way stopping him from being able to swing the trailer round.As previously mentioned, I owned a tall camper van which was fun on roads with low bridges.
It also frigh tened horses so I'd stop until they'd gone past, to their riders' great appreciation.
Anyway... it had a dashboard plate saying
HEIGHT OF VEHICLEwhereas the plate on a structure in Caernarfon, North Wales read
9' 6"
HEIGHT OF ARCHThis had me muttering 'six foot nine... nine foot six...six foot nine... nine foot six...' as I crawled along; eventually admitting defeat, grinding to a halt and executing a faultless 99-point turn on the narrow mediaeval one-way street.
6' 9"
Locals and tourists watched and cheered. I slunk away and never, ever ignored height signs again.
A van driver stopped and told him that you can take the bollards out- which he did- enabling him to head on down the one-way.
Unfortunately when he got to the T- junction at the end, he couldn't turn due to all the parked cars, so had to back up the one-way (at least going the correct way this time, albeit in reverse).
Luckily, just at this point, the manager of the site where he was delivering to walked past and said that he'd guide him back and if he'd then give him a lift to the site, he'd show him the route.
Jammy sod.