The Long Trek North

It was yet another lovely morning as I packed up the car on the sunshine coast, if the weather forecast is to be believed it’s not due to rain here for another 9 days and then it’s just for the one day. But it was only 2 hours before the windscreen wipers were getting a good thrashing about, temperatures dropped to 4c as I crossed the Sierra Morena north of Seville, but once I’d cleared the high plains things looked up, the sun re-emerged and it got to a relatively toasty 17c, although the wind chill factor determined that at motorway speeds the roof should stay up.

Today’s first leg of 346 miles would be the longest time I’d spent behind a steering wheel, or in fact holding handlebars, since pre cancer. It went surprisingly well, I was no more tired than any normal sexagenarian would be, probably helped by having a ‘Grand Touring’ machine, or at least I can kid myself into thinking that.

The Kevin Mystery

For those of you who are still wondering about the note on my windscreen, it turned out to basically be an advert from a fellow Porsche owner wishing to sell his car. A little bit like a wrapped Christmas present, often turns out to be more exciting than when it’s unwrapped 😆.

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