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On the roadtrip again

It's becoming a habit: if friends come to visit, I throw them in my car and we hit the road headed for the highlands.

The plan:

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The change of plans:

"Road closed, follow deviation". The deviation is a long one as there aren't many roads in Scotland. The second half of the deviation turns out to be 'gridlocked, if you do not absolutely need to go there, don't'. During the conversation with the police officer who is the author of these words, the car turns out to be squeaking like it shouldn't. A quick check reveals a fume-pipe which we later learn is called an exhaust that dangles like it shouldn't. A quick check with someone more knowledgeable (=male, unlike driver & passengers) reveals that this is probably nothing, but then again it might fall off. In Garelochhead there is no one to be found under the sign 'Exhausts' (which expands our vocabulary with a very useful item), but the supermarket owner, being a Scot, offers to tie the exhaust up. He takes it off and puts it in our trunk. 'This way you won't have to worry about it falling off. Good day!'

The outcome:

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