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I cannot remember what she was announcing, but it seemed important enough for Blu to need to shout it from the top of the tallest tree on Turing Isle.

Logan and I also climbed up and I think that this is directly linked to the reason why I cannot remember what Blu was shouting, because we kinda got distracted by how far it was to fall.

Logan: It’s a long way down Miller.
Miller: Blimey!

Neither as famous as Route 66 nor as infamous as the M25.
Neither as beautiful as the Hochstraße nor as terrifying as spaghetti junction.

Karys, Rosanna, Ebi, Logan and myself, fearless we set out, to ride Route 8.

So this is the start point, the route that we’re going to drive and the immortal legend: You Are Here (-:
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You may remember Logan’s car from some other posts by me or by Ebi. We turned all the settings down low so that it would be less danger-arse and so that we could persuade Rosanna to ride with us and off we went.
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Things seemed OK to begin with. Nice straight road, cruising as just below 70mph. What could possibly go wrong?
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Well, now you come to mention it, the first thing that can go wrong, is the first corner that you come to.

Brakes sort of take a turn for the worse. Steering fails to make any sort turn at all. The next thing you know, you’re trying to pull the car out of the wall of a barn before the owner gets back with his gun.
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Further on up the road, there’s a bridge out ahead.

There were plenty of road signs: “Bridge out ahead” …and… “Yes, really – Bridge Out Ahead”
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But inevitably, we leave it to the last moment to stop. Happily I can report that the brakes were working better by now.
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It’s a long old road.
Karys stops for a rest.
Ebi stops for a comfort break.

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And off we go again for more bizarre accidents…
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and out of car experiences.
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Finally, battered, bruised and exhausted, we make it to the end of the road. If you look carefully at the full size shot, you can see Ebi’s car which crashed into the wall that is cunningly secreted inside the mouth of the tunnel.
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By this time we had driven cars and trucks, ridden motorcycles and horses, tried flying, walking, running and pedaling, but resorted back to that crazy car after all.

There is much celebration and now I know why the roof of Logan’s car looks such a mess.
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But wait! What’s this?
Noooooooooooooo!!
We pack up the cars, bundle into the teleporter and start over again at the top of Route 8C?

ARE YOU MAAAD?
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This time Karys is riding shotgun. The massive acceleration pushes her back into the seat and off we go again…
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More crashes…
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And more out of car experiences…
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A ferry ride from Valeyard, though Mawdryn to Davros.
We didn’t pay the ferryman because Rosanna was driving at this point, but we probably should have paid her for this was by far the safest part of the journey so far.
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The inevitable car on head experience.
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And the final flinging of Logan and myself into the No Entry fence.

Route Eight.
Hard Work.
Game Over Player One.

Logan is telling the story of Glenda and the mishap with the Blender.

Karys and Blu are listening intently to make sure that nothing gets missed out.