Is it me? Or were all Reccy-mec drivers hairy-arrsed, smokin, drinkin, Cpl's mess bar-proppin, thighs like tug-boat, Jocks with a big belly mental cases in their mid-to-late-thirties who were the dog's do-dahs when you needed them? Don't want to generalise of course Only ask because that was how they came accross to moi. The best one I remember was driving our Sqn Cent ARV in Tidworth and he LURVED his vehicle like a woman. Took great pride in it and spent hours polishing the wheel nuts. One night on the plain he was driving accross a road at night with his winky-w@nkey (flashing orange warning light) wasn't winking or w@nking and his eccy Sgt Cmdr was waving a bardic as he crossed. A big blue BMW was barrelling down the road and crashed into the thing without a thought. They got out and did the 999 stuff the civvy was taken out of the vehicle with both legs broken at the pelvis. Next day the mec, after driving it back to the hangers, was heard to say "I'm going to have to repaint the wheels cos they're covered in blue paint from that tossers car". What-a-guy! Comments?