England leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I've been away. I get back. Drive home from the airport. On the way, decide to fill car up - head for my local gas station, only to find queue of vehicles heading off into the middle distance. Decide that civilisation has in fact collapsed in my absence, something I always suspected would happen. Turn radio on to discover that the English have finally learnt something from the French and blockaded the oil refineries as a protest against high fuel prices.
Time to do the responsible thing and switch to a more economical form of transport – that would be the Duke. But I don't need to go anywhere. That's easily fixed – there's a note around from a few of the local group suggesting that a sunny evening with most cars off the road would make for a good rideout, and might help cure my jetlag. So it proved.
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