The Journey Begins
It was Friday and time to jump on the bike and head home ready to pack the car with kit and head up to the Peak District. Grant arrived on time and duly helped me take my kit to the car and we were nearly finished when i decided to take my hat off and put it on the roof of the car as I reached in to place the last lot of gear in the back.
It was then in the car and off to sainsburies to buy the (yes, you have guessed it) obligitary nibbles for the journey. We were in and out of sainsburies before you could eat a bar of green & blacks and with enough reading material to last us a week we headed of towards the M1. Well, this is where the fun started.
On way through Camberwell the realisation set in that i had left my hat on the car roof. a frantic journey back to retrace our route was to no avail and it was bye bye hat :((((((((((
The Lost Hat - Farewell old friend
Back on the road on on our way through Victoria. Have you ever wanted to push an mgb over eccleston bridge in flip flops in 3 lanes of traffic? Mmmmmm though not - not reccomended. The bloody (sorry Granty) beautiful car broke down and we ended up being stuck outside Victoria station for hours and hours and hours.
Daaaaaaaaaaad - i am stuck in Victoria - HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP.
Daylight started to fade and the traffic started to ease.
But before we new it the night arrived and we were still sat their waiting for the recovery vehicle to arrive.
First recovery lorry eventually turned up but it had to go again as we couldnt get the car on without causing damage to the petrol tank (too low). So having waited hours for the chance of being rescued we were left again by the side of the road.
Finally, after waiting what seemed like an eternity the second recovery vehicle arrived and we were able
to get the car onboard.
And what an experience that was. It was like jumping onto a club, with the music blarring out. The driver was very chatty and loved classic cars. He was very keen to tell us about another customer. The guy not only owned a pink mini, he wore pink clothes, had pink hair, pink shoes - he was a bloody Puff, but a very nice Puff. Little did he know.
And what an experience that was. It was like jumping onto a club, with the music blarring out. The driver was very chatty and loved classic cars. He was very keen to tell us about another customer. The guy not only owned a pink mini, he wore pink clothes, had pink hair, pink shoes - he was a bloody Puff, but a very nice Puff. Little did he know.
At that point a women walked by with huge knockers - it would have been rude not to have commented on the pair of puppies and was enough to confirm our 'Straight' credentails for a few minutes at least lol.
We ended up getting back to crysatl palace at 12.45am.
Cup of tea, Mock the week and off to bed by 1.15am.
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