A garage I ran was on the outskirts of town , the opposite end from where I , and a couple of mechanics who I often dropped off lived . There was a quick way home avoiding the city centre traffic crawl . But in the summer on sunny days , we went through the town , admiring the females and marking out of ten . Lost count of the number of times I nearly rear ended the car in front . Nowadays you would get the jail for making wolf whistles and expressing your admiration to those ladies by the PC brigade , but in those days many endorsed or behaviour with a nice smile and wave .