Leaving London in the dark early hours of Saturday morning, spinning up the Great North Road with both front lights strobing away and Daft Punk's "Contact" playing was suitably trippy and more than made up for a Friday night in.
Miles: 112
Miles of smiles: c.110 (see below)
Number of 'roads' identified by Googlemaps as B-roads, but which were in fact ploughed fields: 2. Fuck you Google.
Number of horses having a mid-morning freak-out (buckaroo style): 2
Time warming frozen todger at pee stops: 3 minutes
Enormous alien-craft-hiding silos sighted: 2 (what the hell are these things?)
Hills: 0
This was me
Leaving London in the dark early hours of Saturday morning, spinning up the Great North Road with both front lights strobing away and Daft Punk's "Contact" playing was suitably trippy and more than made up for a Friday night in.
Miles: 112
Miles of smiles: c.110 (see below)
Number of 'roads' identified by Googlemaps as B-roads, but which were in fact ploughed fields: 2. Fuck you Google.
Number of horses having a mid-morning freak-out (buckaroo style): 2
Time warming frozen todger at pee stops: 3 minutes
Enormous alien-craft-hiding silos sighted: 2 (what the hell are these things?)
Hills: 0