For quite a few years now yours truly has wanted a caravan, lots of reasons which include MBAOSPW hating camping, not being able to afford a camper van and needing space for when the grandchildren invade. Lucky for me I have a good mate a few miles away who was about to sell one and instead gifted it to me. All I had to do was fetch the beast.
Which is why Stan the camo truck was to be found pulling a dez rez along the Queen's highway and as a precaution pulled in to buy some new tyres. This proved interesting as the tyre size is now no longer commercially available but the nice fitter knew where we could get some and within the hour we were on the road burning fresh rubber.
Or we would have been if Stan played ball. Reasons known only to himself Stan was breaking down with less power and would barely be able to pull the skin off a rice pudding yet alone tow a caravan. We limped into a side road and considered our options whilst the 101 vehicles stuck behind us for the last mile filed happily past. The AA were called. Be with you at 6.15. As it was just past 4 this was not good. We waited. Turned Stan off and on again. Still no power. 5pm things got better when a chip shop was found 100 yards away.
5.15 MBAOSPW text to say she had googled the problem for me and amongst the list of things that could be wrong like broken elastic band, not peddling quick enough and so on, right there at the bottom of the list was the "faulty electrical connection in caravan will put car into safe mode" aka no power. Chips were dumped in the nearest bin, the umbilical cord severed between Stan and caravan and VROOOOOOM we were off. Thankfully yours truly had the forsight to put a trailer board in the back so we completed the journey safely, in fact by the time the AA would have arrived we were 20 miles from sanctuary. The moment we turned into the gateway to the world pictured above.
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