Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Monday, 4 June 2007
Motorway Musing
Last weekend saw me travel from Scotland to the South of England. This was to be a long days' travelling, made worse by a downpour that lasted from Cumbria to the Cotswolds, it was the late May bank holiday Monday to boot.
As I approached Blenheim palace there were signs everywhere for the 'Caravan clubs'' annual 'rally' which could only mean one thing - road chaos, as the human snails towed their two wheeled homes back to the 'burbs in convoy. However, It appeared that the soaking had dampened even the hardiest of 'vanners spirits, as they were leaving in fits and starts from every exit that I drove past....The planned mass start had not occured.
Now I thought that this was against club rules and the ethos of 'vanning:
Surely the whole point of the Rally is to sit in your 'van and admire the interior design, invite fellow vanners round and compete to convert the internal space from bed to seating area in record time, whilst those watching discuss awnings.(They are hardly going to whiz aroung the estate Macrae style, pulling hand brake turns and laying down a few donuts) The final hurrah of the Rally being a mass exodus of towed, two-wheeled, temporary accomodation.
This unruly behaviour must have really given the Clubs head snail a headache - how could they singlehandedly create a log jam on the roads around Bristol if they didnt release the snails all at once? 'Crushed' is the word that comes to mind, but I was happy to be saved from the snail trail home by the fickle nature of the English weather - it certainly provided me with a tail to tell...
These thoughts ar not necessarily from a sane human being.If you are offended by the content, please contact the Pope or Captain America - they have agreed to mediate in such cases.
As I approached Blenheim palace there were signs everywhere for the 'Caravan clubs'' annual 'rally' which could only mean one thing - road chaos, as the human snails towed their two wheeled homes back to the 'burbs in convoy. However, It appeared that the soaking had dampened even the hardiest of 'vanners spirits, as they were leaving in fits and starts from every exit that I drove past....The planned mass start had not occured.
Now I thought that this was against club rules and the ethos of 'vanning:
Surely the whole point of the Rally is to sit in your 'van and admire the interior design, invite fellow vanners round and compete to convert the internal space from bed to seating area in record time, whilst those watching discuss awnings.(They are hardly going to whiz aroung the estate Macrae style, pulling hand brake turns and laying down a few donuts) The final hurrah of the Rally being a mass exodus of towed, two-wheeled, temporary accomodation.
This unruly behaviour must have really given the Clubs head snail a headache - how could they singlehandedly create a log jam on the roads around Bristol if they didnt release the snails all at once? 'Crushed' is the word that comes to mind, but I was happy to be saved from the snail trail home by the fickle nature of the English weather - it certainly provided me with a tail to tell...
These thoughts ar not necessarily from a sane human being.If you are offended by the content, please contact the Pope or Captain America - they have agreed to mediate in such cases.
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