Day 4 – Munich – written on the road to Amsterdam.

Today things really did take a turn for worse. Leaving Bratislava, the first thing was an emergency repair job on the Mondeo’s brakes. Once they were sorted, everyone saddled up, Craig behind the wheel of the Mondeo, Mark the Calibra. Leaving Bratislava was a good indication of what was to come. The brakes on the Mondeo were working much better for about 5 minutes then reverted back to the shake-to-stop ways we’d all got used to. Every stop in the Mondeo now resulted in a slight bump. Mark was thrapping the Calibra round the streets now, and Craig obviously followed suit. Screaming round the city, tires lit at every bend, we met with Adam and the other teams.
At the services, Craig slammed the car up a gutter, immediately ripping a hole in the wall, resulting in a tire change.
From the city we nailed it towards our first destination, the Church from the film, Sound of Music. Except as we arrived, and for that matter left, the only noise bouncing off the hills was the Calibra’s and Mondeo’s screeching tires. Mark did a burnout as we left, filling the car with smoke and waking the entire town. We left, quickly, as the boys attitude to everything.
Entering Munich, I started to type up entries for the last few days, while the bumps from behind got harder with each stop. We lost our leader, event organiser Adam, so we pulled into a side street. As I carried on typing, noticing the yellow Mondeo pull to the side of the Calibra, the partical jokes carried on coming. Luke jumped out the Mondeo, slamming a door against our car, and opened the boot. Mark jumped out, slammed it shut again, getting a bit annoyed.
As I wrote “...who spent the night in a single bed with Craig, had park in the only available space...” Noise of the Mondeo Engine being revved alerted me to Craig smashing into the Calibra in reverse, adding more revs to rip both the Mondeo and the Calibra’s bumpers off. This did not go down well with Mark at all.
“What the fuck are you doing you stupid bell end? Are you completely retarded?” he bellowed leaning out the side of the car. He soon jumped out to try and sort everything out, as was his nature earning him the nick name Dad. Gaffer taping both bumpers back together, the mood was still high however I sence that things had gone to far lingered between a few people at times.
As the cars got taped back together, water under the Calibra and steam from under the bonnet began to appear. The Calibra was about to break down, big style.
And then to make things worse the Police turned up. Ross dealt with them, Mark sorted to Calibra, and the rest general laugh about the whole thing. Driving to a underground car park, the mood got more serious.
That night, many ideas were talked about what we’d do if the worst thing happened. How to destroy the cars, get to Amsterdam and get home.