JenHunt
Well-Known Member
I went off hunting today as per, and its one of those spots thats impossible to get to in any direct route whatsoever regardless of where you start, but I decided to bite the bullet and drive myself there instead of wimping out and getting a lift.
It was all going brilliantly, had allowed loads of time and was consequently a little ahead of schedule. There were still two 1 in 6 banks to conquer (one down and one up) before I could park up, but my disco had coped with the other 2 (less steep banks) so I wasn't worried.
As I turned off the main road to go down the first 1in6 bank I heard a strange twanging noise (like when something hits a wire fence) and spotted that my offside front trailer wheel had punctured. Had a mild panic attack and then thought all I could do was to get down the bank and sort it then. crept down the bank in first gear and on the brakes, and as I went though Rievaulx village someone caught me up and started flashing his lights, honking his horn etc etc. I pulled over thinking he was being impatient, but he was stopping me to say the wheel appeared to be coming off. Cue me bursting into tears. Don't get me wrong, I can change a tyre, but towing the trailer makes me really nervous, and it was the last thing I needed.
Once he'd recovered from the shock of me bursting into tears, the guy said I could park on his farmyard and sort it there. I asked if he'd mind if I left it there whilst I went hunting (by now I was running late for the meet) and he said it wasn't a problem if I didn't mind tucking it into the corner of his yard. He even said that he'd change the wheel for me if he got chance. I said that very kind as his offer was, not to bother, either I'd manage it, or I'd get my Dad to help. Spoilt brat sounding or what!!!
Anyway, Ron was being a star all through this, and we went off hunting with a slightly longer, steeper hack than anticipated. Arrived at the meet what I would say was 5 mins late to find I was first there. the lovely lady at the meet asked if I was ok, and when I said what had gone on she brought me a cup of tea and sent her friends husband (?!) off to fix it for me.
Had a good day, got back to trailer and it was all fixed, with a note saying "large piece of wire through tyre into inner tube, spare a little low but will get you home, hope you had a good day"
so now I feel bad, as I actually fully intended to do it myself, but other peoples generosity meant that I now feel that I look like a complete numpty spoilt brat.
and to make it worse I have no idea who either of the two guys were to thank them, but guess there's way round that!
if you've got this far, have a large portion of epic lasagne, followed by Ben and Jerrys Phish Food.
It was all going brilliantly, had allowed loads of time and was consequently a little ahead of schedule. There were still two 1 in 6 banks to conquer (one down and one up) before I could park up, but my disco had coped with the other 2 (less steep banks) so I wasn't worried.
As I turned off the main road to go down the first 1in6 bank I heard a strange twanging noise (like when something hits a wire fence) and spotted that my offside front trailer wheel had punctured. Had a mild panic attack and then thought all I could do was to get down the bank and sort it then. crept down the bank in first gear and on the brakes, and as I went though Rievaulx village someone caught me up and started flashing his lights, honking his horn etc etc. I pulled over thinking he was being impatient, but he was stopping me to say the wheel appeared to be coming off. Cue me bursting into tears. Don't get me wrong, I can change a tyre, but towing the trailer makes me really nervous, and it was the last thing I needed.
Once he'd recovered from the shock of me bursting into tears, the guy said I could park on his farmyard and sort it there. I asked if he'd mind if I left it there whilst I went hunting (by now I was running late for the meet) and he said it wasn't a problem if I didn't mind tucking it into the corner of his yard. He even said that he'd change the wheel for me if he got chance. I said that very kind as his offer was, not to bother, either I'd manage it, or I'd get my Dad to help. Spoilt brat sounding or what!!!
Anyway, Ron was being a star all through this, and we went off hunting with a slightly longer, steeper hack than anticipated. Arrived at the meet what I would say was 5 mins late to find I was first there. the lovely lady at the meet asked if I was ok, and when I said what had gone on she brought me a cup of tea and sent her friends husband (?!) off to fix it for me.
Had a good day, got back to trailer and it was all fixed, with a note saying "large piece of wire through tyre into inner tube, spare a little low but will get you home, hope you had a good day"
so now I feel bad, as I actually fully intended to do it myself, but other peoples generosity meant that I now feel that I look like a complete numpty spoilt brat.
and to make it worse I have no idea who either of the two guys were to thank them, but guess there's way round that!if you've got this far, have a large portion of epic lasagne, followed by Ben and Jerrys Phish Food.
