Don’t knock the Princess !
30 odd years back, Dad had a new one as a company car. We all loved it… Not because it was a good car, Far from it. No, We loved it because it caused us to have the best holiday ever one year.
Mum and Dad liked caravaning, All us kids didn’t though.
One year we went off for a little tour of Europe with the princess and a 4 berth caravan. A couple hundred miles into the trip the Princess decided that French petrol didn’t agree with it and decided to spit out it’s dummy (A fair few of it’s engines internal components became External components… Remember, At this point the car was still less than a year old !!!). Luckily, Dad’s boss was a nice bloke with strong “Family values” (And he was also an uber car nut… HIS company car a few years later ended up being a Lancia Delta integrale 16V !). When he heard that dad was planning to take a British car with a caravan for a couple thousand mile European trip he said “Good luck with that mate. I bet you a fiver that thing won’t make it all that way without falling to bits.”. When he realised that it was not just mum and dad, But all four of us kids going too he said “Look, Nothing would make me smile more than hearing that the Princess returned to the UK on a flat bead truck, But I don’t want to see your family get stranded out there. I’ve got personnel to beef up your AA cover a bit”.
Well, I don’t know what Personnel did, But we definitely didn’t get the service you get these days. Calling it “Gold+ cover” just didn’t seem to cover it, It was more like “VIP Gold plated Platinum ingot… With inlaid diamonds cover !”. When the AA’s representative met us at the garage we were told (In broken English) that our cover entitled us to a loan car to continue our holiday in, But they couldn’t find one that would tow the caravan at such short notice. They gave us a 7 seater Citroen CX estate (YAY !!! We each had a seat for a change !!!
) and a card with a phone number and a hand written reference number on it. We were told to give that card to the managers of any hotels we’d need to stop at as we continued our holiday.
We’d turn up at a hotel and hand over the card. The manager would phone up, Quote the number and we’d watch his face light up as he was told to give us a double room and 2 twin rooms at short notice. Each time after the call we’d get a message from the AA saying things like “Sorry, But your car is still not fixed. More parts are being dispatched to it from the UK”. It was great! 
Apparently we went around the west of France, Dropped into Spain for a couple of days, Along the south of France again to get to Italy, Then came back up via a little stint into Germany (I think Dad was looking for one of those “No speed limit autobahn” things that he’d heard so much about.
). Trouble is, I was only 4 at the time and my memory of the trip consists of loads of warm hotels with big beds, A big spacious car (That I thought looked like a space ship), Wondering why none of the other kids I met understood what I was saying, And throwing up for pretty much the entire leg of the journey over the Pyrenees. Whenever I think about that holiday I wish it had happened when I was a bit older so I could have appreciated what was happening a bit more. Mind you, Even the sketchy memory’s I have of that family holiday still make me feel glad we all got to go.
After 3 weeks the AA lost faith in the French garage and had the car/caravan collected and towed back to the UK. The caravan eventually came back home and the car went off to the dealer to have a new engine fitted under warranty.
As Dad had a company fuel card too (and a VERY lenient boss) all the holiday cost him was the price of our meals… And the fiver he lost in the bosses bet. 
We had a wonderful touring holiday in a big comfortable car, Got to have evening meals in nice pubs and restaurants, And slept in nice comfy hotel beds, All thanks to a communist worker that was too busy striking to check that he’d torqued up all the princesses main bearing caps properly.
I salute you, Comrade, whoever you are. 
Scotty B.