best route to bruntingthorpe / nearest petrol
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starting to get a little bit excited about sunday... my first vmax and i'm looking forward to pasting you old timers with my first outing, blindfolded of course :D
however i've not been to brunters before and was just wondering what was the best route there (coming from south on M1) and what's the nearest petrol station to use. i'm assuming the event will be fairly thirsty work...
looking forward to meeting all you folk in your various forms of automotive pornography.
however i've not been to brunters before and was just wondering what was the best route there (coming from south on M1) and what's the nearest petrol station to use. i'm assuming the event will be fairly thirsty work...
looking forward to meeting all you folk in your various forms of automotive pornography.
M1 J20, head towards Market Harborough and then follow 'Lorry Route' signs to Bruntingthorpe Trading Estate (I think).
There are two petrol stations between the M1 and Bruntingthorpe (a Texaco and an Esso), with the Esso station about a 5 minute journey from the airfield. There is also a Shell station somewhere close (in the opposite direction) but I couldn't tell you how to get there: many others can, including Dazren.
Oh, and can I have a ride in your steed, pretty please?
There are two petrol stations between the M1 and Bruntingthorpe (a Texaco and an Esso), with the Esso station about a 5 minute journey from the airfield. There is also a Shell station somewhere close (in the opposite direction) but I couldn't tell you how to get there: many others can, including Dazren.
Oh, and can I have a ride in your steed, pretty please?
Exit M1 Jcn 20, take the third exit East for 4.22 miles.
When you get into North Kilworth (Near Esso petrol station) turn left up Pincet Lane for a few miles.
Then left onto A5199 for 2.4 miles.
Turn off left following signs for Bruntingthorpe village.
Immeditely prior to the village there is a dog leg right. The venue entrance is on the left.
DAZ
When you get into North Kilworth (Near Esso petrol station) turn left up Pincet Lane for a few miles.
Then left onto A5199 for 2.4 miles.
Turn off left following signs for Bruntingthorpe village.
Immeditely prior to the village there is a dog leg right. The venue entrance is on the left.
DAZ
dazren said:
Exit M1 Jcn 20, take the third exit East for 4.22 miles.
When you get into North Kilworth (Near Esso petrol station) turn left up Pincet Lane for a few miles.
Then left onto A5199 for 2.4 miles.
Turn off left following signs for Bruntingthorpe village.
Immeditely prior to the village there is a dog leg right. The venue entrance is on the left.
DAZ
Thanks Daz - what about the Shell station directions? The Rex is picky about it's diet so Optimax only!
Wake up at about 0400 hours and bid good morning to the neighbourhood Liverpudlian, swinging rather uncomfortably from one's rear facing apex.
Attempt to rescue a freshly zymoled but nevertheless battle scarred beetle from it's slumbering pen whilst synchronizing the firing of engine with opening of car portalage so as to minimise the startling acoustic effect of a few hundred spluttery, monumentally unruly, Stuttartian nags 'neath the hood, awakened with much spitting vexation and gnarling hard for the deliverance of a rapid ingestion of motoring blood lust.
Alas, at this stage, even if the perils of subsequent familial chastisement have been miraculously evaded, the rich fug of Victorian murk that rises from astern will inevitably cloud the desire for a surgical launch. Indeed, several minutes-worth of smoking pipes caused by who knows what is an almost unavoidale ritual and at this point, even a Caterfield might seem a more alluring steed.
Still, soon enough, the tubes are clear, the wind is in the rollocks, The Foo Fighters a-fighting and the anvil pleading it's carnal intent to make the beast with two backs with Aelric McCarpet.
And frankly, who could disoblige?
So the route is thus.
Reverse(1-2mph, pausing to scrape the chin orf the driveway lip), forward(25-30mph, depending on fox and other burglar activity), right(40-60mph), left(50-60mph), left(45-50mph), straight on for 100 miles(120-180kmh), left(30mph), right(50mph) left(80mph-120kmh), straight on a bit(50mph[Truvelo]-120kmh), then a bit more(130-150kmh), left(30-50mph), tricky little roundabout(30mph), especially with some smirking DB9ist haranguing amidships, straight on for a bit more(140-160kmh) and then left to the Thomatic Tower(hurl richly deserved abuse and gesture, violently if at all possible), where Gregory the Grey will be casting a steely gaze fromn his lofty turret, a-spying the assembling ranks of desperado class hooner.
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
At this point, spread out, curl your toes and seek out the sacred representation of the works of Chas N Dave which our formidable host has recently acquired in the form of a remastered, DTS encoded, THX processed, 7.1 remixed US-import, limited run DVD.
A sad but fittingly dire point upon which to end this most pointless but fractionally cathartic of blurt.
I think this is going to a tad noisy.
Attempt to rescue a freshly zymoled but nevertheless battle scarred beetle from it's slumbering pen whilst synchronizing the firing of engine with opening of car portalage so as to minimise the startling acoustic effect of a few hundred spluttery, monumentally unruly, Stuttartian nags 'neath the hood, awakened with much spitting vexation and gnarling hard for the deliverance of a rapid ingestion of motoring blood lust.
Alas, at this stage, even if the perils of subsequent familial chastisement have been miraculously evaded, the rich fug of Victorian murk that rises from astern will inevitably cloud the desire for a surgical launch. Indeed, several minutes-worth of smoking pipes caused by who knows what is an almost unavoidale ritual and at this point, even a Caterfield might seem a more alluring steed.
Still, soon enough, the tubes are clear, the wind is in the rollocks, The Foo Fighters a-fighting and the anvil pleading it's carnal intent to make the beast with two backs with Aelric McCarpet.
And frankly, who could disoblige?
So the route is thus.
Reverse(1-2mph, pausing to scrape the chin orf the driveway lip), forward(25-30mph, depending on fox and other burglar activity), right(40-60mph), left(50-60mph), left(45-50mph), straight on for 100 miles(120-180kmh), left(30mph), right(50mph) left(80mph-120kmh), straight on a bit(50mph[Truvelo]-120kmh), then a bit more(130-150kmh), left(30-50mph), tricky little roundabout(30mph), especially with some smirking DB9ist haranguing amidships, straight on for a bit more(140-160kmh) and then left to the Thomatic Tower(hurl richly deserved abuse and gesture, violently if at all possible), where Gregory the Grey will be casting a steely gaze fromn his lofty turret, a-spying the assembling ranks of desperado class hooner.
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
At this point, spread out, curl your toes and seek out the sacred representation of the works of Chas N Dave which our formidable host has recently acquired in the form of a remastered, DTS encoded, THX processed, 7.1 remixed US-import, limited run DVD.
A sad but fittingly dire point upon which to end this most pointless but fractionally cathartic of blurt.
I think this is going to a tad noisy.
derestrictor said:Tell you what chief, "Down to Margate" will blow your socks off.
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
At this point, spread out, curl your toes and seek out the sacred representation of the works of Chas N Dave which our formidable host has recently acquired in the form of a remastered, DTS encoded, THX processed, 7.1 remixed US-import, limited run DVD.
A sad but fittingly dire point upon which to end this most pointless but fractionally cathartic of blurt.
I think this is going to a tad noisy.
The soundstage of Charles' carefully de-tuned "Joanna", just to provide that right amount of plinky-plonky / is that the death throes of a cat-type racket Brahms was so justifiably proud of.
Its like they're playing in the room.
Spoons / washboards provided at the door!
derestrictor said:
Wake up at about 0400 hours and bid good morning to the neighbourhood Liverpudlian, swinging rather uncomfortably from one's rear facing apex.
Attempt to rescue a freshly zymoled but nevertheless battle scarred beetle from it's slumbering pen whilst synchronizing the firing of engine with opening of car portalage so as to minimise the startling acoustic effect of a few hundred spluttery, monumentally unruly, Stuttartian nags 'neath the hood, awakened with much spitting vexation and gnarling hard for the deliverance of a rapid ingestion of motoring blood lust.
Alas, at this stage, even if the perils of subsequent familial chastisement have been miraculously evaded, the rich fug of Victorian murk that rises from astern will inevitably cloud the desire for a surgical launch. Indeed, several minutes-worth of smoking pipes caused by who knows what is an almost unavoidale ritual and at this point, even a Caterfield might seem a more alluring steed.
Still, soon enough, the tubes are clear, the wind is in the rollocks, The Foo Fighters a-fighting and the anvil pleading it's carnal intent to make the beast with two backs with Aelric McCarpet.
And frankly, who could disoblige?
So the route is thus.
Reverse(1-2mph, pausing to scrape the chin orf the driveway lip), forward(25-30mph, depending on fox and other burglar activity), right(40-60mph), left(50-60mph), left(45-50mph), straight on for 100 miles(120-180kmh), left(30mph), right(50mph) left(80mph-120kmh), straight on a bit(50mph[Truvelo]-120kmh), then a bit more(130-150kmh), left(30-50mph), tricky little roundabout(30mph), especially with some smirking DB9ist haranguing amidships, straight on for a bit more(140-160kmh) and then left to the Thomatic Tower(hurl richly deserved abuse and gesture, violently if at all possible), where Gregory the Grey will be casting a steely gaze fromn his lofty turret, a-spying the assembling ranks of desperado class hooner.
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
At this point, spread out, curl your toes and seek out the sacred representation of the works of Chas N Dave which our formidable host has recently acquired in the form of a remastered, DTS encoded, THX processed, 7.1 remixed US-import, limited run DVD.
A sad but fittingly dire point upon which to end this most pointless but fractionally cathartic of blurt.
I think this is going to a tad noisy.
Thats another great post Simon...
all the best
adam
derestrictor said:
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
Jellied eels, pie, mash & liquor surely Guv?
Be good to see you again your Lordship.
>> Edited by jeremyc on Wednesday 13th July 14:00
jeremyc said:Does that mean you're joining us for morning prayers, Sir Jeremy?
The final disembarkment chez Thomas is always a chore, so best to ignore the 'host' as he hoves into view to greet you: abuse, or better still, punch the miserable pearl obsessee and make your way quickly to the galley where an Emperor entitled Matthias will have ready a smooth cup of warm grit and a dangerously appealing mound of only just slain hog unt bun ready for immediate gut satiation.
Jellied eels, pie, mash & liquor surely Guv?
Be good to see you again your Lordship.
>> Edited by jeremyc on Wednesday 13th July 14:00
Not had a reply to my mail I sent oot.
GregE240 said:It's pending the determination of wagon that I'll be bringing - sorry for the delay (I'd most likely have to rendezvous with the alternate steed elsewhere which would preclude scoff).
Does that mean you're joining us for morning prayers, Sir Jeremy?
Not had a reply to my mail I sent oot.
However, it most likely looks like my alternative plan won't be possible so I'll RSVP in the affirmative forthwith.
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