The exhaust pipe on Sarah’s three and a half year old car is about to fall off (just call me Mr. Angry given how I’m feeling about that), and so instead my “stupid” car was called into duty for various Saturday morning trips. First off Sarah complained about how she hated driving it because she had to take it to ASDA to get all the party food for my mother-in-law’s birthday party tomorrow, which just about fitted in on the passenger seat and foot well. Secondly I got to take Alex swimming … the roads were dry, the weather cool enough to make the car run well but warm enough for us to have our windows down meaning others could “enjoy” the tunes we had on and we could here the roar from the engine engine and exhaust :-D.
Anyhow, father-and-son mini-roadtrips in my car are always fun, and on the way back we enjoyed bonus fun courtesy of a lame and slightly rusty Ford Escort RS2000 (the newer one, not the proper one) trying to out drag us up the M271. Duly dispatched with about half-throttle, we carried on up the M271 until it finished a mighty minute or two later. I wasn’t surprised when I found it included on pathetic motorways after somebody linked to it from 28DL today.