AFTER getting the call from Lee to say the Lightweight is ready for collection, I ask my brother Nick to run me up to Hemel Hempstead. He’s also looking for a new mechanic as the long-term relationship with his own is souring.
“I just can’t understand it,” he bemoans on the way up to Lee’s premises. “He’s become really unhelpful, always saying he’s too busy, yet I’ve given him absolutely thousands to keep my two vehicles on the road all these years.”
I cheerily reassure him that it’s totally normal. “It’s a relationship that seems to have a shelf-life. I’ve fallen
