You cant help but smile :-D

We drove up to manchester in my Renault Megane; we took the motorway, it took 1.5 hours. We came home in two cars, The Renault and The Reliant; we took the back roads, it took 3 hours. Actually i think 3 hours wasnt bad with a car we had no idea about. We had walkie talkies so that we could kep in touch and Hugh quickly felt that 45mph felt comfortable, so 45/50 was the pace we set.
We had no idea if any of the instruments worked and so pitting in a couple of gallons of fuel was a high priority (if we were going to break down, it would be a shame if it were because we forgot to put in petrol - far better it would be if a wheel fell off or engine caught fire or something) Hugh was worried about the non-starting so we refueled with the engine running - i dont think youre supposed to do that are you?
There was a moment as we drove through Congleton when we both felt our arses tighten at the sight of not one but 3 staggered police vehicles. Although Hugh was insured, the car isnt taxed or tested - but we had our story worked out that we were taking the car for an MOT, which in a way was true, but not actually this week.
Other than the police - who really werent interested in a middle-aged bloke driving a beige 22 year old reliant robin, the journey was suprisingly uneventful. The car ran sweet, and the sun shone on us. With the exception of 2 3-minute stops (one with engine still running while Hugh peed in the bushes, and one with an accidental stall that soon started with a bump - it is a very light car to push :-) the car ran continually for the 3 hours! Fantastic.
I was a little concerned for Hughie sitting in that cramped little car - the drivers seat had collapsed - but as he got used to the car, and the country roads opened out a bit, and he decided to do a bit of racing, I got the sense that maybe he was perhaps actually enjoying this "agricultural" drive. The pictures say it all :-D