This morning, I pack down after overnighting up on the South Downs. As I leave some people are staring at the van. In a concerned way. I assume they are disapproving of me turning my music up for the road ahead, after being quiet as a mouse.
About 10 minutes later, on an A road with no-stopping White lines, there's this massively violent sound from right behind me.
A quick glance back - omfg, I've left the cable trailing out of the louvred windows and it's now just snagged under the rear tyre.
Thank f*** there was parking area right in front of me. And blimey I was lucky. The cable is chunky, and as such did a good job of trying to rip out one of the window panes.
Amazingly, the glass stayed intact, and (just about) in the mount.
A few minutes of cursing myself though. I had brief visions of a monster battery short - cable meltdown. There's now a nice little battle scar on the glass. It'll polish out, but I'm tempted to leave it a reminder.
