At some 286 miles, this was never going to be a jog around the corner. I had agreed with Jim that he would text me when he hit Preston so I could bring my wife along to see Jim and Lagoda pass by on the motorway. Knowing he would have to stop on the way I knew I was afforded an hour with Kalvin for a brew. Jim's journey wasn't helped by a huge truck fire which lead to the closure of the M6 (I saw the smoke from miles away and 4 red crosses across the motorway gantry leaving at the next exit, I detoured and rejoined the motorway at Stoke). Having left some hour and a half after Jim, and sticking to roughly 55mph to keep fuel consumption good, he text me at 22:30 to say he had only just made Preston. (I was at home in bed by this time)