Thierry Henry, GPS and breakdowns: An Irish road trip from hell
Published Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 11:48 AM
Updated Saturday, November 28, 2009, 4:43 PM
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It’s wet out there! April Drew at the side of her old broken down car
My lips are aching, I am freezing cold and am drowned wet after going outside to see if I could somehow lift the exhaust back in place. That wasn’t possible.
We finally got home that night. A kind Samaritan stopped about a half an hour later to help us out. He had tools that removed the exhaust. We added it to the boot with the blown out wheel and prayed that we would get home in one piece.
We finally arrived in Tralee a little after 5:20 a.m. on Thursday morning.
A few days later my lips returned to normal -- thank god as my wedding is less than two weeks away -- and James’ hair is still in one piece, but one thing is for sure.
Next time my good friend James wants me to take a road trip with him the answer will be no!
