So getting off the Eurostar at around 11pm on a Friday night I gassed up the Cossie and ran up the coast the short drive to Bruge where I was glad to check into the hotel. I had to pick Jarrod up from Frankfurt at 8am on Sunday morning so had to be on the road at around 2.30am Sunday morning. So figured the best thing to do since I had an early drive was get on the cans as early as possible Saturday morning.
So come 10am was on the Belgian beers, cheering Cadel Evans on in the final time trial of the Tour. Was cool because I met two Swiss guys and a guy from Luxemburg at a pub. It was a bit of a UN of mug sports punters as they cheered on Schleck and me Cadel Webber also put it on pole in Germany so was a good day, even though I was sound asleep by 7pm
So got on the road early, but my god it was pouring rain. What made it worse is the little Cossie with its 35 series tyres loves to aquaplane and track all over the road in the grooves.
I had a genuine moment where a rut in the road had some standing water and the car pulled into it and I went sideways through two lanes and almost collected an armco where an off ramp started So after that I dropped the speed back, stopped changing lanes and ended up picking Jarrod up two hours late
So at around 10.30am i rocked up where a surprisingly awake and chirpy Jarrod awaited. The site of the Cossie made him laugh, where as me...I was baked and exhausted having driven for about 8 hours in horrible conditions in a car that was trying to kill me
The is the pic Jarrod snapped as I pulled into the airport to pick him up
So the car and I had bonded, we both had survived...and new steering rack bushes had been added to the list of things the old girl needed.