The Comedy of Errors

"Why," you may as yourself, "Is Hilary updating the blog again so soon? I thought they were biking to Harwich." Good question. And, unlike most good questions, this one has an answer.


Our tires, wheels and inner tubes are cursed. They really must be.

Joe and Colin returned from Oxford yesterday shortly after I had updated the blog, and we decided to pitch in and help Colin some more (we owe him sooooo big after letting us crash unannounced at his place for so long), with the intention of leaving this morning. In the evening, we had a great time playing the London Game and Colditz with Duncan, who, according to Colin, sounded a bit surprised when he found out we were still hanging out with in P. Risboro.



This morning, Joe and I set off, and believe it or not, actually made it further than we ever have before. About 200 yards further.



Turns out that the wheel Joe bought yesterday is shot -- the axel wobbles. "This wouldn't make it to Paris," Joe said, with surprisingly few explicatives.



Colin looked a bit astonished when Joe knocked at his door, and we all stood around wracking our brains as to what to do. In the end, I biked to Oxford and back via the lovely cycling trails (there's an entire network in England! http://www.sustrans.co.uk/) on a quest to exchange the wheel (with it strapped to the back of my bike, "You look like a helibike!" Joe said), and Joe went to help Colin catch up on work in the shop.

DIY to the Max!

So, while I was cycling on the Phoenix Trail, the men were busy at work converting a van into a camper. This is how far they've gotten:

And this is what Colin's going for:


You can check out Colin's work at www.waveridervans.co.uk

Laughing at ourselves
Colin has introduced us to Harry and Paul: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4er0rZjB0Y

The Plan: ReReModified
We'll be leaving for Harwich tomorrow morning. Should Fate see it fit.