kirky1298
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From The Dolomites and a wee bit more thread . 
for the record , I only managed a pre alarm , not the full foam party experience .
We were now running around 5 hours behind schedule and when we got to the Tunnel we decided to fuel up before we boarded just in case France was shut ( this fact will have relevance soon ) , well , it would be just our luck .
The Tunnel check in machine was asking us to pay an extra £47 each because we were late W.T.F ?? the original ticket was only £28 . We pressed the help buzzer and after about 10 minutes of using our silver tongued Scottish charm technique the girl let us board for no extra fee . I like to think the charm offensive worked but the queue of angry motorists behind us tooting their horns may have played it's part
About 20 minutes into the crossing our carriage suddenly became very busy with staff members running back and forth and loads of radio chit chat . an alarm sounded and before long a staff member approached me in a bit of a state.
“ hey mate , your bike is pishing petrol all over my nice shiney train “ ....
“ calm down” I said , it’s only the tank breather pipe , as i bent it up against the frame .
“ calm fucking down ??“ he replied ,the automatic firefighting system is in pre-alarm , if we don’t get the air in this train purged in the next 30 seconds the foam fire suppression system will automatically activate and it will be like an Ibiza foam party pulling into Calais.
Apparently the petrol had been running straight through the mesh grating in the middle of the carriage floor and spreading throughout the train . A spill kit was deployed and reports of alarms in other carriages soon dissipated unlike the smell of petrol . “THANK FUCK FOR THAT “ i thought to myself . My contact details were duly noted for the naughty book and we were soon told to “get the fuck off my train” or , at least that’s the look that the normally jovial guy at the end of the carriage had as he waved us off the train.
Knowing that there is a 24 hour beer shop in Ieper we made fast tracks and got there about 01:30
A hearty roadside supper consisting of 2 cans of Leffe beer , 1 bottle of chardonnay and 2 Biffy bars each soon had us yawning and yearning for sleep , so , we dossed right there in a roadside drainage ditch fully kitted in riding gear ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz !!!! Things could only get better, right ?? after all , tomorrow would be another day .
for the record , I only managed a pre alarm , not the full foam party experience .
We were now running around 5 hours behind schedule and when we got to the Tunnel we decided to fuel up before we boarded just in case France was shut ( this fact will have relevance soon ) , well , it would be just our luck .
The Tunnel check in machine was asking us to pay an extra £47 each because we were late W.T.F ?? the original ticket was only £28 . We pressed the help buzzer and after about 10 minutes of using our silver tongued Scottish charm technique the girl let us board for no extra fee . I like to think the charm offensive worked but the queue of angry motorists behind us tooting their horns may have played it's part
About 20 minutes into the crossing our carriage suddenly became very busy with staff members running back and forth and loads of radio chit chat . an alarm sounded and before long a staff member approached me in a bit of a state.
“ hey mate , your bike is pishing petrol all over my nice shiney train “ ....
“ calm down” I said , it’s only the tank breather pipe , as i bent it up against the frame .
“ calm fucking down ??“ he replied ,the automatic firefighting system is in pre-alarm , if we don’t get the air in this train purged in the next 30 seconds the foam fire suppression system will automatically activate and it will be like an Ibiza foam party pulling into Calais.
Apparently the petrol had been running straight through the mesh grating in the middle of the carriage floor and spreading throughout the train . A spill kit was deployed and reports of alarms in other carriages soon dissipated unlike the smell of petrol . “THANK FUCK FOR THAT “ i thought to myself . My contact details were duly noted for the naughty book and we were soon told to “get the fuck off my train” or , at least that’s the look that the normally jovial guy at the end of the carriage had as he waved us off the train.
Knowing that there is a 24 hour beer shop in Ieper we made fast tracks and got there about 01:30
A hearty roadside supper consisting of 2 cans of Leffe beer , 1 bottle of chardonnay and 2 Biffy bars each soon had us yawning and yearning for sleep , so , we dossed right there in a roadside drainage ditch fully kitted in riding gear ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz !!!! Things could only get better, right ?? after all , tomorrow would be another day .
