A happy reunion (Scott)

After a restless nights sleep, worrying about our scooters (and having 60 cm of headroom above my bunk didn't help) as last night we were so late for the train, we couldn't supervise the strapping down, as we were running to the passenger bit. When we got to our couchette Tim asked how mine was strapped down. Then I had a flash back. They used the bloody racks.

The front one is held on by two hooks at the top and two wingnuts on the side hooks, and the back is held on with two bolts through 1.1mm steel and the seat locking post i.e. Fuck all.

The elation of actually making the train is replaced by reality that our lovely Vespas are held to a 100mph train using vietnamese racks designed for 10kg max loads. Bollocks.

It really was a nagging worry all night, up top in my bunk it was really rolling about in places and rough stop and starts. My panic was growing by the hour.

Anyway the sight below greeted us this am, and we were much relieved and happy to be back in the saddle, and mine was still ok after the pizza-delivery-boy style racing through Dusseldorf yesterday. Good girl.