LOOKING FOR A TRUCK
After an epic two weeks’ touring round Scotland, I got my obligatory photo at John O’Groats. pointed the tank south, and was soon back over the border on the M6. The sun was shining, I had music playing through my headset, life was awesome, and then it literally turned upside-down. Again. And again. Eventually I came to rest lying in lane two looking back the way I had just came. With cars swerving round me, I tried to get up and run but couldn’t (broken femur and shattered pelvis!). The next thing I remember is