I (MR D) used to travel to Dover quite regularly..My mate and his girlfriend would often acompany me until we lost the van..well, we didn't "lose" it as such, we knew where it was, the f'ing customs and excise compound..
One habit she had on the return leg, day or night, was to hang out of the window with her bra off, waving it about to the truckers creeping up that long slow hill toward Swanley Don't ask we why :cry: Just being charitable i guess :lol: but it became very habitual
Don't know why i'm telling you this your post just reminded me of it :lol: