Epic Roadtrip "Live"
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And here we go...
As per my thread over in Readers' cars, http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a... today I embark on an epic road trip to go and pick up Spanky's replacement.
I'll be keeping this thread updated with my goings on and any wierdness or awesomeness along the way.
My journey began at 4:15 this morning when to the dulset sounds of daft punk I awakened, only to roll over and turn the alarm off. 4:20, past Sushi, knowing what future Sushi would do cleverly set 2 alarms, so once again I was reminded, by those bastions of electro punk, to do it both harder and faster.
I rolled out of bed and did god's work (I'll spare you the details), my enthusiasm wasn't about to pick up as the sounds of torrential rain and howling winds echoed round the house.
I kissed the twins goodbye, kissed my wife and headed downstairs, excitement setting in!
The taxi was ever efficient and arrived 5 minutes early (seriously WTF!) thankfully past Sushi had once again come into his own and packed for me, so I slung my bag onto my shoulders and headed out!
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t st st! Passport! fk YOU PAST SUSHI! YOU DICK!
calm descends as I find my passport and slip into the front seat of the Volvo taxi (wierd considering the reason for this trip is an out of control Volvo).
The journey is uneventfull, I learn that my taxi driver has a boat (something feet long, I don't really care) and is marrie dto a lawyer (ok so I'll stop trying to have a crafty wk in the back of your taxi)
I arrive at Heathrow T5 to rapturous applause:
I make my way through security (more like INsecurity, they won't even let me take pictures of them) and here I sit, sipping a creme brule machiatttio, or something similarly sickeningly sweet, at gate A3 waiting for the scrum I like to call the boarding call.
I'll see you all again when I arrive in Edinburgh!
As per my thread over in Readers' cars, http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a... today I embark on an epic road trip to go and pick up Spanky's replacement.
I'll be keeping this thread updated with my goings on and any wierdness or awesomeness along the way.
My journey began at 4:15 this morning when to the dulset sounds of daft punk I awakened, only to roll over and turn the alarm off. 4:20, past Sushi, knowing what future Sushi would do cleverly set 2 alarms, so once again I was reminded, by those bastions of electro punk, to do it both harder and faster.
I rolled out of bed and did god's work (I'll spare you the details), my enthusiasm wasn't about to pick up as the sounds of torrential rain and howling winds echoed round the house.
I kissed the twins goodbye, kissed my wife and headed downstairs, excitement setting in!
The taxi was ever efficient and arrived 5 minutes early (seriously WTF!) thankfully past Sushi had once again come into his own and packed for me, so I slung my bag onto my shoulders and headed out!
s
t st st! Passport! fk YOU PAST SUSHI! YOU DICK!calm descends as I find my passport and slip into the front seat of the Volvo taxi (wierd considering the reason for this trip is an out of control Volvo).
The journey is uneventfull, I learn that my taxi driver has a boat (something feet long, I don't really care) and is marrie dto a lawyer (ok so I'll stop trying to have a crafty w
k in the back of your taxi)I arrive at Heathrow T5 to rapturous applause:
I make my way through security (more like INsecurity, they won't even let me take pictures of them) and here I sit, sipping a creme brule machiatttio, or something similarly sickeningly sweet, at gate A3 waiting for the scrum I like to call the boarding call.
I'll see you all again when I arrive in Edinburgh!
Leg 1 complete, sitting in Edinburough airport waiting for the connecting flight to Wick.
As I joined the queue to board the plane it became apparent that the hygiene practices of some people don't measure up, the overwhelming odor of hallitosis and BO nearly overwhelming me as I wait patiently to take my seat (22A). Most of these people are dressed in their pinstripe blue "Business Suits" with their copies of the "FT" and "I" tucked neatly under their arms, little wonder the countries in the st if people don't bother brushing their teeth or slapping on a spot of "Sure for men".
Anyways I digress, where were we, oh yes 22A.
The view from 22A
The flight takes of with little incident (Slight delay due to ATC using hte runway to land as well as launch planes), and once airborne it becomes apparent there are several seats to spare, so I duly depart 22A as the person next to me didn't want to move up in case she didn't get her vegetarian meal, FREAK!
As soon as the fasten seat belt sign is out the air hosts (didn't bother with pictures only 1 "lady", total sausagefest) come round with the "breakfast"trolley. All I can say is airline food is given a bad press, it was awesome! So awesome in fact I cheekily asked for a second helping!
Breakfast 2 after breakfast 1 was demolished (yes I'm a fatty, but we're a jolly people, so fk you and your one breakfast)
Landing feels more like we're shot down as the cloudcover in Edinbrough is pretty intense, it's also 6 fking degrees outside! 6!!! I need to get out of here!
I am now sat in the departures lounge of edinburough airport duly awaiting the departure of my flybe flight to Wick. If anyone's in the neighbourhood(airport) (I'm sat outside Smiths) come say hello!
See you in Wick people.
As I joined the queue to board the plane it became apparent that the hygiene practices of some people don't measure up, the overwhelming odor of hallitosis and BO nearly overwhelming me as I wait patiently to take my seat (22A). Most of these people are dressed in their pinstripe blue "Business Suits" with their copies of the "FT" and "I" tucked neatly under their arms, little wonder the countries in the s
t if people don't bother brushing their teeth or slapping on a spot of "Sure for men".Anyways I digress, where were we, oh yes 22A.
The view from 22A
The flight takes of with little incident (Slight delay due to ATC using hte runway to land as well as launch planes), and once airborne it becomes apparent there are several seats to spare, so I duly depart 22A as the person next to me didn't want to move up in case she didn't get her vegetarian meal, FREAK!
As soon as the fasten seat belt sign is out the air hosts (didn't bother with pictures only 1 "lady", total sausagefest) come round with the "breakfast"trolley. All I can say is airline food is given a bad press, it was awesome! So awesome in fact I cheekily asked for a second helping!
Breakfast 2 after breakfast 1 was demolished (yes I'm a fatty, but we're a jolly people, so f
k you and your one breakfast)Landing feels more like we're shot down as the cloudcover in Edinbrough is pretty intense, it's also 6 f
king degrees outside! 6!!! I need to get out of here!I am now sat in the departures lounge of edinburough airport duly awaiting the departure of my flybe flight to Wick. If anyone's in the neighbourhood(airport) (I'm sat outside Smiths) come say hello!
See you in Wick people.
It's pretty fking dismal out there:
Anyways some updates: it appears Edinburough airport exists in a fking land where they only have access to roast beef, or flaming hot monster munch "flavours", no fking pickled onion! bdS! So I've gone with a pack of Walkers Baked, Ready salted "crisps" and a coke zero (diet coke is for the ladies).
There's a lot of men walking round in skirts in the airport, I'm extermely uncomfortable although I imagine the experience is somewhate liberating (letting 'em swing free), but for god's sake man you could trip and catch them on a nail or something, and much like a postage stamp your bits are perforated round the edge (this may or may not be true) and they could torn clean off!
You need some comfy elasticated M&S jeans like me
also a hoody which delcares that I am Huge in Japan, then my firend, the world is your oyster, and your gonads are secure.
king dismal out there:eltax91 said:
Is the OP doing the full 681 miles today?
Hell yes! I have a meeting at my daughters school tomorrow at 2pm that I have been warned by the wife I need to attend on pain of death.hornetrider said:
What's he picking up? Sorry... on my phone
Picking up a 1991 Camaro RSAnyways some updates: it appears Edinburough airport exists in a f
king land where they only have access to roast beef, or flaming hot monster munch "flavours", no fking pickled onion! bdS! So I've gone with a pack of Walkers Baked, Ready salted "crisps" and a coke zero (diet coke is for the ladies).There's a lot of men walking round in skirts in the airport, I'm extermely uncomfortable although I imagine the experience is somewhate liberating (letting 'em swing free), but for god's sake man you could trip and catch them on a nail or something, and much like a postage stamp your bits are perforated round the edge (this may or may not be true) and they could torn clean off!
You need some comfy elasticated M&S jeans like me
also a hoody which delcares that I am Huge in Japan, then my firend, the world is your oyster, and your gonads are secure.
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