… then I would drive 400 more!
I really hadn’t been planning on going to Aberdeen. I looked at flights which were too expensive and would involve getting to Birmingham or Manchester first, and driving alone seemed ridiculous. Then came a random comment on Facebook that changed it all.
Lisa was planning a potential get together, I half-jokingly commented “What, you’re not coming to see FD in Aberdeen?” A moment later my phone rang, and plans were hatched to take a car up and share the driving.
She also recruited The Stig to join us, so come midnight on Friday night/Saturday morning I headed over to theirs to set off so we could avoid any traffic and have plenty of time to recuperate after the drive and check out the Granite City. It was a flawless plan – we piled into my car and hit the motorway, and before we even got a junction north something odd had happened. “What the fuck is that?” I asked as it felt like we’d driven on a never-ending rumble strip – we had a tyre blow out.On to the hard shoulder we went, sure enough the passenger side front wheel was flat – The Stig duly jacked up the car and got the spare on, a space-saver wheel with a speed limit of 50mph. Not the best for the 400+ miles to our destination and back again. But give up we did not – we went back and changed cars and started again – this time The Stig took the first driving stint, giving me a chance to have a bit of a snooze in the back of the car. A comfort stop later and Lisa took the wheel to get us the remainder of the way with The Stig getting some sleep time in the back.