Day 2 of the Flying Scotsman, starts from Newcastle having driven 250 miles over the Yorkshire Dales the previous Day.
It's my turn to drive and to be honest I find it necessary to make several trips to the loo beforehand - nerves have taken hold.
The structure of each day involves driving some public roads interspersed with various driving tests either on private land or along quiet C roads. Unless you execute these tests to within a 98% tolerance (or so it seems) your score goes to maximum penalties. Richard and I have collected a lot of maximum penalties.
After coffee we go spectacularly off route because we weren't told about a change to the directions. As a result our chances of winning have vanished...
Northumberland and the Scottish Borders provide some amazing scenery and beautiful empty roads. With the hood down and sunglasses on it's a magical ride. All along the way people are out to see us go past. Whole schools came out on Friday to cheer us and everywhere the cars raise a friendly wave. There certainly are some wonderful vehicles on the rally but although ours is humble it looks good in a photo and plenty of people come and chat to us about it.
The day ends with a burnt out clutch, which is patch repaired in the car park. It's not clear whether we should limp straight to the Gleneagles or try to complete the rally.
It's my turn to drive and to be honest I find it necessary to make several trips to the loo beforehand - nerves have taken hold.
The structure of each day involves driving some public roads interspersed with various driving tests either on private land or along quiet C roads. Unless you execute these tests to within a 98% tolerance (or so it seems) your score goes to maximum penalties. Richard and I have collected a lot of maximum penalties.
After coffee we go spectacularly off route because we weren't told about a change to the directions. As a result our chances of winning have vanished...
Northumberland and the Scottish Borders provide some amazing scenery and beautiful empty roads. With the hood down and sunglasses on it's a magical ride. All along the way people are out to see us go past. Whole schools came out on Friday to cheer us and everywhere the cars raise a friendly wave. There certainly are some wonderful vehicles on the rally but although ours is humble it looks good in a photo and plenty of people come and chat to us about it.
The day ends with a burnt out clutch, which is patch repaired in the car park. It's not clear whether we should limp straight to the Gleneagles or try to complete the rally.
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