Kinda forgot to put a post up about this, so thought I'd do so now, before I forget the joys of that Saturday 22nd - the day of the Moto X Euro Championships.
Ok, so it happened a week ago now, but its worth a post. Basically, the day consisted of myself and another colleague sitting in the RC Emergency Response Vehicle (ERV, or RV for short, or aka the Thunderbird - yes, it has a pet name) eating, drinking, blethering, listening to MFR and having 40 winks. Ironic really, that a giant motorbike championship race thing could have no casualties at all, yet a primary school cross country had eight...anyway...
The hours dragged by, and still nothing happened. We went for a cuppa tea, met a few friendly marshals, went back to our wee spot in the middle of the woods where the action was limited anyway, and did little else except fiddle with a few of the interesting technological bits and pieces the RV has. MFR was a bit of a saviour that day; it kept us awake, surprisingly. Thank God for the radio.
MFR = Moray Firth Radio, in case you didn't know.
So a part from getting to spend a whole duty in the RV (and receiving the offer to drive it ^-^) and going for a wee drive round the countryside, and using its radio (radio-ing folk is always fun, even in emergencies) nothing much really happened that day.
Saying that, it was still a laugh, and it was still enjoyable, albeit quiet on the casualty front, which is what we want anyway.
By the way, I never did drive the RV, because my driving experience is pretty limited to only having had a shot behind the wheel once (and it wasn't that successful) and the RV is a rather expensive vehicle. Despite Yvonne's encouragement that I'd manage, I was sensible enough to say no. Damn my sensibilty...
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