.......continued.
Anyhoo once the wheel trip was done and I'd got my landlegs back again we headed for a quick bite to eat before getting a black cab to Leicester Square.
In rush hour
I've never seen so many bikes in one place this side of Hoggin the Bridge.
They are utter lunatics as well. How we didn't see any crushed under a bus while we were there I don't know.
By this point I was flagging and we headed off out of London back up the M4.
a few miles outside of Reading things went tits up though
Whilst in the middle lane of the M4 BarryIslands' car died completely.
We made it into the hard shoulder and checked to see what the problem was.
Nothing obvious so BarryIsland pulls out his phone to call the RAC
Except the battery was dead
Beads pulls out his phone. Battery dead
I pull out my phone. Battery dead
BeadsJunior didn't have a phone. I blame him to be honest
Cue a marathon trip to the nearest roadside rescue phone.
My estimate was at least 3, maybe 4 minutes walk. Exhausting stuff
Eventually some traffic wombles turned up who asked us to vacate the car for our own safety.
Like fuck!
We were then towed to the nearest services to await another recovery truck to take us back to Cardiff.
Very bad news for Barryisland that it was probably the cam belt that had gone
This is when I hit my lowest ebb.
Picture the scene. tired, hungry, and in need of a sh*t I walk into the services and I spot a burger king
decision time. Do I order a meal and then it goes cold while I visit the toilet?
by now it was 10pm. I decided to visit the toilet first as it was HIGHLY unlikely they'd close in the 5 minutes I was in there.
I come out and the shutters are down.
In the short space of time I'm in the toilet they've closed the Burger King.
What I said next isn't fit for this forum
Then we had a torturous trip back to Wales at 56mph all the way and we got in at 1am.
Not before visiting the 24hr mcdonalds and ordering enough food to feed the 5000
