I'm just in the process of making a folder of my favourite pictures of the road trips we have made, but as i look over them i find it hard to decide which is the best?

 

A year ago today, at Hornchurch DSA...

                I became the owner of a full UK drivers licence

 

                              Thats all.

Road trips are officially the new thing. Its adventurous and its our way of escaping from the norm.

The next chapter of this road tripping story begins (as usual) from the heath, heading west. We drove for a few dozen miles and reached a nice town of Aylesbury, here we popped into a pub and spectated the Aylesbury Karaoke singers - and they werent too bad. We then headed towards the village of Quainton, and we arrived just before midnight.

At Quainton we came across this old railway station, Luke pranged Jay out by saying he could hear gaurds coming (obviously by breaking an entry we werent supposed to be there). We then left the station to find a place to sleep in the village.We managed to find a nice Church car park to sleep in. I fell asleep in the back pretty easily, Luke and Jay pranked a few people till the early hours.

In the morning (7:40!), i was shocked to have been woken up by a light knocking on the door. Jay wound the window down to see an orange lady holding a grolsh bottle and a chicken bag asking "who's is this?". I dropped Jay into it,he admitted and she put it in the bin for us. She asked about 23 times if we were ok, and she then left. She soon returned with 3 cups of coffee (which were awful but it was the thought that counted). We were told we had to get out the car park so Luke started the engine and it was running a little rough, as i climbed into the front the engine stopped. I tried to move the car, but he werent happening. The slaves moved the car to a shop and Luke asked for some water (which is what we were in desperate need of). Filled the car up, and it still didnt work! Poo!

So there we were pushing the pootmobile through Quainton village at 8am, making so much noise! Eventually rolled into a village hall car park and we were to pop over to the service garage (leaving the keys in the ignition, and the windows wound down). Once we were just about to head back to the car, i said to the guys "I don't have my key's on me"...Jay *head bows down*: "Uh oh!... (slight pause) "I locked the doors and the windows". We returned to the car, tried to get in and we were stuck!! "SHIT"

So there we were, locked outside a car which wouldnt even start up, but had all our stuff in there! So we strolled around asking locals for help. One guy advised us of the location of the guy who owns the garage, but as we walked down further we embarked a guy called Max (who spoke like Clint Eastwood and was very mysterious and wise), we told him of our problem and he told us not to go near the garage guy, "he wouldnt do anyone any favours"

We returned to the car with a cable to open the door from the inside with, passers by observed as we tried for at least 45 mins. Finally at exactly 10am we got in, and were so releaved. Got the car started eventually in reverse gear, and we were off... TO BICESTER! Which was shit, then we headed towards Oxford (expensive), then back at home!

Complimented the weekend with a trip to Southend on Sunday, Craig joined the trio and there were lots of headbanging to System, as well as mooneying people on the A127! And luke being tied up was also hilari-ass!

Ok. Two road trips in one day IS possible. Yesterday a lot of shit happened:

 

The story begins when i wait patiently for something to happen on the gorgeous day. I talk to mr white and he begs us to go somewhere, so i map it out and I pick him and an AM Luke up (11.45 to be right). We then head off down the A12, we stop off at a petrol garage to put £10 in, low and behold i bump into a legend - Mr Todd! We then head down the road for a long while eventually getting to Tiptree, East Essex! On the way i got stuck behind my pet hate car - focus! Overtook the mo fo (as jay filmed on his camera lol).

 

We then headed to find some sort of beach place, since i knew i was near the sea somewhere. Passed by a few local nutcasses, including this 11 year old chav who jay confronted.. "You aint seen me....   right?" He shouted chav-like abuse and we drove off to another unsuspecting passer-by. This was an oldish lady who was definatly the highlight of the day... she replied "Sorry?.........   What!?..." And lukes laugh at the short video of it was unforgetable! We found a beach, which was nice. Then we headed to a chippy in maldon, the girl could have been a bit more happier or friendly (3/10 for service).. With the wierd squirty vinegar as well!? Then it was the blinding journey home.

 

Once back at the heath we thought the day was over. Luke was dropped off at the park but Jay couldnt get in his house. So we hovered around the local area, Jay had one of my very minor driving lessons outside my Grandads, and we then went to his Nan's. But got a 11 minute call from my Gran, then Craig rang, but decided to be gay and get lean round Mr Bliges house. So we went back to Harold Wood, chilled for a bit. Then Craig rang again and wanted to do something, so picked him and luke again, and went to the middle of nowhere (between Lambourne End and Stapleford Abbots). Luke stacks it down a ditch in a blind panic, and nearly gets run over. Then we thought we'd go somewhere of intrest... City Airport.

Got to City Airport, some guy got killed in this mahoosive fire rescue truck thing. Watched a few planes. Then got in the car, with Luke again nearly getting run down by jumping on the bonnet! We then headed towards Canary Warlf, then it was all about London. Saw Big Ben, houses of Parliament, Trafalgar Square, Picadilly Circus, and Nearly Leicester Sq. Had a KFC, went to chinatown, and soho. Saw a proper slag. Got pissed off with one way signs. Then headed out to Craigs college, which looked ok lol. Then on our way out of London we wre blasting a bit of SOAD whilst Craig shouted whatever it was at passer-by's which was funny. Ended up going into Liverpool Street bus station.. ooops. Got into country-side roads eventually at midnight, stopped off in Epping forest, locked Luke and Craig out again, Luke jumped on the bonnet again, nearly got run over again! Dropped Craig home, Luke, then Jay and finall myself.

It was a nice day. It took my mind off things for a little while, and i also managed to finally get the bird poo off my car!

 

 

 

 

So basically I thought I’d ride somewhere (you know… to clear the head). I ended up in Noak Hill. Sat there overlooking the M25 then I realised something – Life is pretty shit. So I came back I have a ribena and I’m resting.

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PS: Noak/ Harold Hill is basically a more rural Dagenham (burnt out cars and everything)