Wow two postings in a day, you’re either very lucky or very not, like we care 🙂
And here is the Maiden Tokyo that will be whisking us to Chicago.
Catch you in 8 hours. A big hi to the Finks, looking for to catching up real soon.
Lovely evening at the Crowne Plaza Manchester Airport with some really nice food, nice company and a little falling down juice.
After another early start (5am), we are all checked in (our combined luggage was 13kg, an absolute first for Mrs Fogg). Off to that there London on the new internal Virgin flight “Little Red”, without any of their own planes, so it’s run by Air Fungus or “Little Green”.
And sat at the gate an attendant came to ask if our hand luggage had need tagged (a little sticker), no but why do we need it asks Mrs Fogg, “to show its been tagged”. That answers that then!
Yee Haa.
Five tee shirts each, one pair of bike trousers and that’s pretty much it, as well as two bike helmets. So here’s to Febreeze and Laundromats!
Counting down to the flight…..
And here we are waiting for a shuttle bus to take us to the hotel for the night, after our late start with the flat tyre. Mrs Fogg’s car actually needed two new tyres on account of how much rubber she burns!
An all too short catch up with the Caddies before we set off. Next stop feeding Mrs Fogg, early night then off to Heathrow bright and early. 745 to London then 11am to Chicago.
All was on track. Cue Mr Foggs return with a problem. One very flat tyre on the car we’re taking to the airport. Torrential rain too. Joy
So my hero Mr Fogg jumps into action, battling terrible rain and German engineering to get the jack out and popped the skinny on the car. So two soaked people later and I’m now in York waiting for Slow Fit to find a slot to replace the tyre. Apparently they are really busy so it’s likely to be 2pm before this will happen.
Thank goodness we are flying tomorrow not today.
oh, and thunderstorms in Chicago forecast with heavy rain for the first day on the Harley. Now where’s that number for the hire car company?
We’ve decided, well ok I’ve decided as part of the Route66 tour to incorporate this with the non-Sensical tour, spotting all those things that really make no sense at all.
So to kick off the tour we came for a swim to the local gym and decided to have a snack afterwards and here is our first Non Sensical sign.
Time was you could rely upon Mr Tom Thumb Missile (think about it for a minute) to deliver a decent or semi interesting movie, but of late the Turkeys just keep on coming.
First was the exploit of Jack Stretcher (names changed to protect their embarrassment), a tough 6ft plus action hero, which was frankly little more exciting than a made for TV movie and so not believable. And tonight we went to see Obvious (because that’s what the plot became after about 15 minutes), where cliche followed cliche and excerpts from other movies abound (Independence Day, Star Bores, 2001, Eagle Eye, the Island, you name it, they nabbed it). Come on Mr Missile no more turkey’s please, at least until Christmas.
Off to see a movie, so we decided to have Fush n Chups in the local, nicely cooked and a decent price. Sauce sachets are an extra 10p as advertised on the board, so 4 sachets should be 40p right? Nope 60p apparently because on set of sachets look bigger, ah time for dog with a bone from Mr Fogg! I think your maths are wrong 4 sachets at 10p is 40p, ah no sir these are more expensive, well I’m sorry but your board has a stated price, you can’t charge more than that. Well we were going to update the price because these are more expensive, well I would pay more once the board states that, until then I will only pay the advertised price. In which case we haven’t got any at the price advertised!
So we made them check and blow me they do have the ones at 10p each. A smallish victory for the consumer, or how to be a grumpy sod when out!