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Charles and Andy cycled from Chorley to Harmer’s Hill (near Baschurch on the original route, north of Shrewsbury). It was a hot day and they were tired by the end of it, having cycled at full speed to get to the destination because of the drama experienced by Steffi and Cara in relation to the support vehicle. Today’s blog is not about cycling, but about the sad demise of a once proud support vehicle. Steffi’s account follows...
“Today was a very bad day for the supporters, with a few tears shed. I wasn’t in the best of moods at the start of the day, only having slept for a few hours, and then discovering I didn’t know the final destination for the day. I was supposed to be meeting Charles’ family for a relaxing day free from support duties.
The situation got worse when, having found out the destination, the GPS disagreed with the map and took me further and further away from the destination (26 miles became over 50). A few tearful calls to Andy followed, and I cursed the fact that this bike ride is happening in Britain rather than Germany. The place names mean nothing.
Then when I thought I was making decent progress at last, the car stopped accelerating beyond 60mph, then 40mph, then eventually came to a juddering halt 7.5 miles away (if the GPS can be trusted, that is) from the destination. Called the AA, waited for the AA, then got towed to a local garage where they tried to diagnose the problem. First they took 90 minutes to drain the fuel tank - they thought the problem might be contaminated diesel. Then the cause of the problem became a little clearer when the mechanic (Steve) tried to turn the engine and the turbocharger blew, leaving a flood of engine oil spilling out and threatening to engulf large parts of south Shrewsbury.
Eventually Cara and I reached the hotel 7 hours later than planned, having spent our “day off” getting sunburnt and dehydrated standing next to the car by a busy trunk road. Needless to say, my mood hadn’t improved as the day went on. I have to thank Paul from the AA, who stayed with me through all of this, and kept me sane. He got the mechanic out to open up a garage that was already closed, having realised that towing the BMW back to Newark wasn’t an option. Also thanks to Laurice, who helped get us and our large amount of luggage back to Harmer Hill. Cara and Serena eventually got to play, but it was a lot later than they’d hoped.”
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