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| What was your best ever road trip and why? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 15 2007, 10:55 AM (199 Views) | |
| Steelstallions | Apr 15 2007, 10:55 AM Post #1 |
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When i bought my first reasonably quick car an Audi 2.8 ten years ago i wasnt really getting to enjoy the experience as i was having a rough time at work, and the hours i spent at work impacted on my leisure time. At the same time my best mate had split up with his long term partner and she had met someone else pretty soon after the break up. He was down i was turning into corporate man yet ready to kill a couple of managers at work or resign. And we needed something to let off steam. My mate had bought a holiday home in France a few years before to renovate, and though he and his ex had invited me and the wife many times, i had never taken up the offer. So in the space of a couple of drinks in a bar we decided we would drive to his holiday home in the south of France from Derbyshire England were we lived, just me and him the next day I told work i was taking time off and using the leave i never got to use, basically sack me if you dont like it. My wife is great and understood straight away i needed to let off steam. The trip started in a rather boring fashion, speed cameras seemed to have just become popular in England and i was cautious driving to the Ferry port, having seen a few cameras on the way (ten years later and it feels like there are more cameras than lamp posts). But once in France we started to chill, and after a few miles and on open roads, my spirits soared as i got to crank the speed up. We didnt 'find ourselves' or go over board with our antics, but for us it was a great trip. The odd stories do come up every so often like when we thought we had done a great deal on a steak supper to find out it was horse meat. I filled the boot with cheap for its price champagne and wine which rattled like mad as i hit 140 mph on empty dual carraige ways, only to hear bottles popping in the boot after the heat and rattling got too much. He got his confidence back and chatted up every good looking woman at the service stations, bars, shops and met someone who ended up being his new girlfreind on the ferry back. Me i came back refreshed but after a couple of days back at work, was back to long hours and stress, but I did eventually leave for a better job |
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| theghostofnuvolari | Apr 15 2007, 05:10 PM Post #2 |
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Around '92, having unbankrupted myself, I bought a battered FIAT 124 spider imported from the US. Against the advice of the importer I decided on a road trip to the Spa GP with a mate of mine, via his folks place in Fountainebleau just south of Paris. About 50 miles before reaching Spa the exhaust blew gaving the twin cam a great throaty roar as we entered Spa-Francorchamps. We had been lost but found ourselves driving on a road with red and white striped kerbs on all the apexes and exits along the stretch of main road from Stavelot (I think) through Blanchimont up to La Source. The car was fixed up in Spa and the drive home was just cool. It was a week of great food, too much drink, the perfect car on perfect roads with a GP thrown in. Around '98 I drove down to Le Mans with a bunch of friends, me co-pilot in a 911 SC. As we were waiting to come out of a petrol station an original jaguar D-Type and Ferrari 250GTO passed us at full chat. Paul, who was driving, looked at me asked "Go for it?", I said "Go for it!" With the hood down we chased them at full speed for as long as we could, probably around 35 miles on French two lane highway. The passenger in the D-Type was leaning outside the car to tell the driver when he could overtake the trucks ! I figured I'd do the same and we tried as hard as we could to keep up, and Paul is an excellent racer/driver, but eventually they left us for dead. Total, pure race engine filled miles of bliss ! |
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