It does not matter how many times I drive down the A27, M23 and M25 (and it is a lot) when leaving for a tour it just feels different. I guess it is the knowledge that rather than popping over to my Mum’s for a spot of Sunday lunch or up to Sandringham for a Ferrari picnic, we are off in V12 Ferrari glory for fully twelve days with plans to travel through approximately six European countries (I haven’t worked out the actual number yet), booked into some world class hotels, expecting some top quality nosh and vino. Not forgetting the cultural riches of Florence and of course the Maranello Ferrari store. If the prospect of this lot doesn’t stimulate the senses, you must have ice in your veins. Yet at the same time there is a twinge in the stomach, a butterfly or two and that slight (very tiny) thought in the noggin that it could all go horribly wrong (Euro assistance/recovery IS in place!).
After our long and mostly dreadful summer September has dawned brilliantly and I can prepare the car and expect to drive away Thursday morning in lovely fine conditions. And that is always a very pleasant way to start. I shall take it as an omen of weather to come.
It is exactly 100 miles from my house to Folkestone and the Eurotunnel, usually about two hours from home; the train is booked for 10:20. All I have to do is try to keep Susan out of the Duty Free shop; she is attracted to a duty free shop like a magpie to a shiny thing. I wouldn’t normally mind, but there will be zero space left in the car for even the tiniest indulgence, lipstick or perfume! If we will leave the house at about 08:00 that should leave no time for shopping! Susan says we are leaving at 07:30!
Start mileage: 57,097 and a full tank of unleaded!
After our long and mostly dreadful summer September has dawned brilliantly and I can prepare the car and expect to drive away Thursday morning in lovely fine conditions. And that is always a very pleasant way to start. I shall take it as an omen of weather to come.
It is exactly 100 miles from my house to Folkestone and the Eurotunnel, usually about two hours from home; the train is booked for 10:20. All I have to do is try to keep Susan out of the Duty Free shop; she is attracted to a duty free shop like a magpie to a shiny thing. I wouldn’t normally mind, but there will be zero space left in the car for even the tiniest indulgence, lipstick or perfume! If we will leave the house at about 08:00 that should leave no time for shopping! Susan says we are leaving at 07:30!
Start mileage: 57,097 and a full tank of unleaded!
