Oh lawrie don't let this put ya off towing. Tin tents are just such a wonderful thing to have and use, you've just gotta put this behind ya and think to the future.
We had a blow out on one of our old Esprit's tyres some years back on a pitch black stretch of the M4 just before Membury services on our way to Cornwall. Our son, (then aged 18 and coming with us for a free holiday which btw...both he and his fiance still do coz they love caravanning too and they've just spent a week with us last week in Cornwall on our holidays!), was sparko laid out on the back seat of the car and my husband controlled the outfit so-o-o-o-o-o well that he didn't even wake up until he felt the cold night chill coming in through the open hatchback door!
Long story short, our whole experience was a total nightmare coz it turned out that while our spare caravan wheel was the same size......the stud pattern was different so...it didn't fit! Having kept it from our old van knowing that it was the right size, we'd never thought to check stud patterns! Well...you wouldn't would ya?
Anyhoo, then hubby got desperate and thought that if the car's spare wheel would just fit long enough to get us there, we'd get a new correct one at the first tyre place we come across at daylight. Nope! No good!
So...stuck on the hardshoulder of a pitch black M4 with no spare tyre and no idea what the hell we were gonna do, I resorted to ringing the AA for which I was only covered for 'roadside' assistance! What stars they were bless 'em.
After the first inconvenience of some weirdo breakdown bloke turning up, (uninvited - but they were monitoring the airwaves and heard our plea to the AA so sent a low loader out to 'recover' us! Ha!), and then his failed attempt to get our Esprit on this thing, which we had to stop him doing when the back of our caravan was in danger of being ruined on the ashpalt having tipped w-a-y too far backwards what with it only having TWO WHEELS IN THE MIDDLE OF IT unlike a car and it's FOUR wheels!!!! Thankfully it's only damage was a broken plastic carafoot on one of the steadies but it was so early the end of our van scraping the hardhsoulder. Dozey bloke!
Another call to the AA explained what had transpired and they apologized telling us that they hadn't actually sent a recovery wagon at all, so I made sure I gave them the details of this outfit for future reference. Then the ATS bloke that the AA did send to us, arrived and within minutes, he had the van up on those inflatable jack type thingies, and a new tyre on all from the back of his wagon.
We're thinking that this is all gonna cost an arm and a leg with me only having roadside cover, but no....only £38 for the whole thing and we didn't even have to pay there and then. In fact the bloke wouldn't take any money, just told us to either ring and pay on credit/debit card within 10 days or post a cheque off.
By this time it was getting on for 6am and the traffic was building up thick and fast and we didn't fancy trying to get our outfit out into the flow of traffic not being that speedy from standing with the tin tent on the back, but the ATS knight in shining armour, told us that he would get out behind us and have his yellow flashing roof lights and hazard lights going to warn oncoming traffic and he'd stay behind us until we were up to speed. What a gent!
But d'ya know the worst bit of all this......turned out we were literally only half a mile from Membury services which is where we'd been headed to do a tiddle stop just before this happened. I would have been breaking my neck by this time had I not managed to clamber in the van and into the loo whilst the bl**dy thing was up on the jack before help arrived! Yikes, ya don't arf wobble when the lorries go by ya know!
While we were away, we decided it would be a good idea to get the other tyre replaced too, so a trip to the local ATS was called for to put our minds at rest that the other one wouldn't blow on the way back...or ever again!
However.....it didn't put us off taking our tin tent away and I'm still yearning to get some towing in too.....just still trying to convince hubby that if I can be trusted to drive around the other caravans at the storage pitch and the 1/4 mile up to the security gates in safety that I should also be perfectly capable of doing the same on straight bl**dy motorways! Think it's a macho thang...he doesn't wanna see me doing a good, (or better), job of what he thinks of his domaine! Although...guess who's the one in charge of the Powrtouch motor mover now then???? Yep! Me and me thumbs!And he aint getting his hands on that remote peeps
Put this behind ya lawrie.....it was just a fluke and one of those unfortunate things. Chances are highly unlikely that it'll ever happen to you again. I'm sure
------------- Hippychick
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