Mr Clements and I have just spent the best part of an hour securing the Scimitar to a trailer in preparation for its journey to the bodyshop. It took that long because neither of us was particular certain of the best way to tie it down – mostly because I am using a different trailer and straps – and oddly this made us even more nervous than usual.
I’ve had a fair amount of practice at towing and am the first to admit that there is a fine art to doing it well. At first I was far from competent, but even then had more experience than some thanks to a previous stint as a lorry driver. Even so, remembering to turn the wheel ‘the other way’ than you want the trailer to go can still prove challenging.
One of my first towing experiences was a baptism of fire. There's nothing like pulling a 15ft 6in long AC round the M25 behind a struggling Mark I Land-Rover Discovery to get you acquainted with the fine art of ‘tugging’.
My most memorable moment came when I collected a 1955 Morris Minor that was gifted to me as another restoration project. This time the tow car came courtesy of sister magazine, Practical Caravan and was a Kia Sedona.
