Acquiring our trusty steed
Now that team Gonzo was actually a team again it was time to get down to business, and that is exactly what happened....sort of....by accident. No soo...
Sowing the seed of temptation
Well having lost my team mate I set about wracking my brains; who is mad enough to do this? who could I effectively live in a car with for an enti...
Fallen comrades
So having secured a place on the rally and stumped up the entry fee (hence my current diet of pasta and porridge oats) I went about contacting my t...
Got the hiccups already
Well what a tumultuous epiode and that was just signing up. It didn't take long for something to go wrong.....Having not won a place in the intial ...
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So having secured a place on the rally and stumped up the entry fee (hence my current diet of pasta and porridge oats) I went about contacting my team mate, with whom I have been planning the adventure with for about a couple of years. After the intitial shock and comical disbelief of the fact that we had actually bagged a place on the rally he set about a challenge far greater than the rally itself, far greater in fact than many that we face, some liken it to the search for the meaning, the final truth, that slippery bugger that has so far eluded mankind. You may have guessed it by now and if so are probably shuddering with the thought, getting permission from the girlfriend is a mountainous task to overcome for anyone let alone dear Piers who has many scars from previous encounters of this kind. I laid a hand on his shoulder and gave a nod of encouragement as I watched him venture unto the breach once again.
I did not hear from him for a couple of days and with mounting aprehension I decided to give him a call. I had no clues as to a suitable candidate to replace him if it were the case that he was not able to partake in the adventure. We met in the pub and I did not ask, I did not need to. You could see that he'd put up a good fight and he had clearly been through a harrowing experience; dejected, despondent and ultimately subjugated, a shadow of his former self. We drank well that night.
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Nick Tillyer
Wow, and I thought I was hard done by, good god Piers, what are you man or mouse! Now get in that car hand have an adventure the likes of which only come once in a lifetime, now how many girlfriends have you had? That right more than a few, how many Mongol rallies will you ever do? Just tell her you’re going on a little jaunt around the wilds and will be back in a few weeks (hopefully) and if she’s not there when you come back, assume that she is out on an extended shopping trip or something.
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