We're getting there - aren't we?

The trusty, rusty van returned from Wales last night, having been fully serviced in anticipation of the requirement to offer a reliable service to the biking crew. Then something in the clutch mechanism collapsed, loudly, this morning in Didsbury, leaving me re-directing the rat-run traffic trying to dash round the Marie-Louise Gardens. So back to the garage for repairs. Just as well that didn't happen in the Wicklow Mountains, I guess; things could always be worse.