The death of Doris
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So came the big adventure Darryn and I had been preparing ourselves for. We had worked a few weeks at the Garage, the sale of the place had gone through and all our friends had thrown us a fabulous bar-be-que party to send us off to Europe.
Whilst we enjoyed the beers and the music in the yard behind the garage a couple of the sneaky ones were out giving Doris a good thrashing. They had already made us a lovely set of "His" and "Hers" nities for our "honeymoon" trip but they felt it necessary to treat Doris as a wedding car too.
When we arose the next morning (only just morning I must admit) we hit the track towards Dover and our ferry across to France.
Darryn was first behind the wheel and we set an easy pace.
The next day we headed down to the tow firm to see how Doris was. She had passed away and was now just an accumulation of scrap metal. There was no point in dwelling, we were just very very pleased that this had happened in the UK rather than in the middle of Africa. We stripped all that was of value from Doris and the scrappy gave us a handful of pounds for her end. It took us a couple of days to sell the valuables but at least we got the chance of another great leaving Bar-be-que before we went to the Bristol train station, scored Eurorail passes and hit the track once more.