It was only after having arrived in U.B. did I realise how much stress I'd put myself under. I been constantly dreaming up a plan in case the wheel locked. It wasn't the act of stopping by the roadside and dying a slow lingering death. That didn't bother me in the slightest.
Pulling the clutch in wasn't going to make any difference. Every overtake, bump in the road had me thinking, what if?
I'd made it.... Now where are those parts... I hope she's brought right ones, and not the clutch next to it....