“How was she to drive?”, asks Tall Andy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.
With the foul weather heading relentlessly eastwards this meant that by the time I got to Cambridge the rain was gone so I pulled over, flicked the two catches and pressed the Magic Button. Twenty five seconds later I was back on the road with the wind whipping through what little remains of my hair. Wheeee. The top went back up for a while later when I found my course crossed the path of a raincloud that was straggling behind its mates but I reckon that I probably did 180 of the 313 miles with the roof off.
The “avoid motorways” route from the AA was a bit of a disappointment, though, as it was sending me down busy dual carriageways. I might as well be on the M4, I thought, and so half way there I veered a little to the south and joined the Road To Wales at Chieveley (having popped in at Wuglums Manor to see if he and LSLP had returned early from their holiday - they hadn’t).
Everything’s smaller in the Copen (myself excluded, of course), including the fuel tank. Yes, she’s more economical than the rARshMobile but with a smaller tank there’s just enough fuel to get me from Aaalburgh to Torchwood Town via the rather scenic route I took yesterday.
Three highlights to the trip:
- First, an open jawed grin-cum-stare from the passenger in a Maserati which breezed past me near Northampton
- Discovering that people let you out when you’re in a cute car
- A virtually empty M48 and a chance to floor it. I’m not sure what the Severn Crossing toll booth person thought about the acceleration but I certainly didn’t think it took 11 seconds to get to 60mph. Wheeeeeeeee.
It’s going to be interesting to see whether Dad’s going to be able to get into the car today, though. I’m gradually getting the hang of it - didn’t hit my head at all yesterday but it’s definitely not elegant and must look rather amusing.