Get Me to The Church on Time...Please

Whilst passing through Edinburgh's Fort Kinnaird shopping centre the other day I passed a stricken 1932 Daimler sitting with a worried looking driver and a white ribbon looped around it's bonnet. A quick look around this lovely old car showed it was immobilised due to a flat tyre. Now if ever there was a case deserving of the Hometyre treatment this must be it.

The clock was sitting at 13:20 and there was a bride expecting her wedding car to arrive at 14:00 to convey her to the church. Unfortunately the driver has no jack or tools and every phone call for assistance he had made had gone unanswered. The use of the word worried in the case of the driver was probably an understatement.

The sense of relief from the driver and the gathering crowd of concerned, but ultimately helpless, onlookers was palpable when I pulled my van up behind the car. The driver looked up to the sky as if to say there really is a God.

Unfortunately the first wheel I put on was flat and the valve of the inner tube had perished but those canny car makers of 80 years ago had the foresight to fit this car with 2 spares. Within 20 minutes we had this old lady back on four, fit for purpose, tyres and she was ready to do her job.

Hopefully the bride was none the wiser, as I'm sure she had plenty of other things on her mind, but we can be confident that, due in no small part to Hometyre, she did get to the church on time.