The Final Day

Up early and out to meet the guys for another convoy and I am sure more fun. I know we have been the topic of discussion for a few cars as an obvious target so I am glad we are stocked up. Find everyone down at the car and the 4 guys have discovered the fish, which is suitably stinking and that sets the tone for the day, oh and they did get their morning calls. Also joining in the drive is an Escort xr3i convertible, superb car. Couple of Farriers and a good laugh as we had met in with them in Nantes, the guys were concerned about my ammo dump and kept trying to nick some but couldn't get into the car, they also didn't have time to go and buy some, advantage the coo!! So off we head and Alan is still feeling the effects of his funny drink last night and is trying to catch some shut eye, it is not going to well for him because the guys had got hold of some eggs and let the fun begin. The eggs are going all over them but the real hit is the chocolate pudding, they also got Alan with a water bomb so we upped the anti and really off-loaded alot on them, pelting them at every opportunity to the point they flashed us down for a truce and into a lay-by. We were at the side of a round about with the truce called and they guys all stepped out of their convertibles, they were covered, seriously covered and couldn't see out either after a few bags of flour had been dropped to drive through as well. So we opened up a few sandwiches and had a break, the Pope joined us and had a chat, but cleared off when we weren't looking fearing the worst I think, then the army guys and starsky and hutch came by, they got a direct hit on one of the 4kof team but I was going round the roundabout myself at the time and missed them completely but even better avoided letting them get me. Time to even up the cars so into a supermarket, I thought it was only fair, how stupid and naive of me. Everyone went in and as we came out one of the guys had spread dog food all over our car grill and windscreen also adding some smeared brie to the mirrors, this was a nightmare to try and get off so back into the supermarket for a scraper. I didn't realise that when I was in the supermarket another truce had been called, so I came out and (before I tell you I need you to know that 4kof had a rule of Whatever goes in car, stops in car! They could throw nothing out and it was a tip in their of egg, pudding, beer, just anything) tipped a jar of mussels and it juice all over the car seats and put some dog food in as well. True to their word, like everything else it stayed inside. Ok now off into Andorra and up over the Pyrenees a true test of the car, still in convoy and behaving a bit now as border police can be quite strict as well we start on our ascent. All seems to be going well, and the 3 cars are ok, seen non abandoned bangers yet and we are getting close to the top, we pass a pug205 with its bonnet up but single lane and our lack of knowledge we kept going, they were not in the rally, the 4kof team decided to drop back and help them, something to do with them being 3 rather good looking woman having nothing to do with it I am sure, our convoy is now 2. But seeing others in the distance. We got through the borders no problem but with a few funny looks, saw a couple of teams out having a snowball fight and a Range Rover driving as hard as it could into a snow drift and just making it's way out. Some guys were BBQing at the side of the road as well but the funniest thing were the team who ripped off their sunroof and were snow boarding on it down the hill, superb imagination. We pressed on though and were making good time, took a minute after the Spanish border to make the transition on the cow to a bull, adding its new things to the back but forgetting to remove the udders I had actually managed to create the first transsexual cow. Now moving towards Barcelona we thought we would get the last moments of Sat Nav to set us on our way to the hotel. This proved useless and asking people at every roundabout was working a lot better. So pulling up at our hotel right beside the World Trade Centre in Barcelona Marina we parked right at the front door beside a Porsche, got our egg stained, yogurt smelling bodies out of the car and handed the keys to the valet, his face was priceless.

Oh god a good shower and space, superb. But no time to rest as we mucked around on the way here too much and the check-in time is 8pm at an Irish pub in Barcelona. We get a taxi there, now 4 of us as Anne and Suzanne have now flown over for a couple of days. We checked in and met a whole lot of happy people who had all made it (I think there were 5 teams who's cars didn't make it over). Allan and I were given our voting slip which was to decide the overall winner of the event, the criteria they were looking for was car, personality, helpful, basically entering into the spirit of things as the Bangers should be. Allan and I thought long and hard and it really could have been any of 6 that we had spent time with but we cast our vote. Later in the evening the results were announced and in the 3rd was Pope my Ride, 2nd was 4 Sheiks and the winner Comeonthecoo. Ha Ha, we had won the bloody thing. Not what we set out to do but gratefully and thankfully received. Angus college getting some credit as anyone who was just there for a quiet drive might have voted on car only credentials where I think we had an edge (plus a team of helpers who did it) although I still loved the Pope mobile, Lightening McQueen, and the Army Car. But what was nice was the amount of people who said to us afterwards that it was not all about the car and that Allan and I had been a right good laugh and they had enjoyed our company. Suzanne even confirmed this to me, well saying that I am ok in small doses but they don't have to live with me. Not sure what she meant, but Anne and her were tired so they headed off to the hotel and we stayed to do our final stint of being last from the bar. In this time there were noises of the cow coming home as it had been so reliable, the pope mentioned to Allan his wasn't a good drive, or a fast enough drive and would be willing to bring the cow home.