Here he is, the last of the late brakers, with his head deep in the bowels of The General. A sight that we hope we don’t see en route to Cabo da Roca.
The clamour to see what beast powers The General has become too strong. Before a gang of crazed fans rip off the bonnet, our press office has allowed us to release this fleeting glimpse of this glorious piece of gleaming, precision engineering.
All is not entirely well with The General. He wouldn’t start last night. Looked very much like a dead battery. Not entirely sure why it died but with a quick jump from the trusty starter pack he was off and running again and seemingly as good as…eh…he ever was.
We have some work to do to localise the problem. Or, more likely, stick a new battery in and see if it survives.
It’s been quite a day. And now we have wheels. More tales of the day (and pikkies) to follow. Fire up this pony. The General is here.