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Oct 16

The Essence of Trevoring

The regular reader (an almost extinct breed) may recall a minor headlamp problem.
The seeming frequency of technical issues, at least in these articles and, you may not
be surprised to learn, they barely scratch the surface, triggered a reflection on what it is about Trevoring
that is so appealing (well, to a Trevor anyway).
A very ordinary outing may exemplify. Shortly after the demise of the headlamp, T3 and T4 were
abandoned by the other Trevors due to inexplicable holiday commitments. France seemed to be a
popular destination due to cancelled ferries and flights, piles of uncollected rubbish and a severe lack of
petrol (l’essence). The moped, with an average mpg of 120, is ideal for these straightened
circumstances. On a good day in dry conditions and a quality non-slip rubber band fitted, the Solex can
reach the heights of 200mpg. Perfect for a French petrol workers strike.
Anyway, in the absence of our intrepid companions, a gentle tootle to the Boot at Orleton was
proposed (it is satisfying to reflect that at one time a trip to Orleton would have been considered a major
expedition). We set forth in the knowledge that T4 seemed to have an intermittent carburettor problem
and, of course, T3’s headlamp was still attached to the steering column by a neatly tied and not so
white handkerchief, guaranteed to impress any passing police officer. It was a beautiful day, between
the showers, and the risk of almost certain disaster added a real frisson to the trip. Up Wheatcommon
Lane, right by Richards Castle church and along to Fiveways junction at the bottom of The Goggin. It
was somewhere near Orleton Common that the intermittent carburettor problem became temporarily
permanent. But T4 was not to be outdone by a mere machine. After dexterous tinkering with a wayward
choke and some extremely vigorous peddling, T4’s quickly staggered back into life. And the hard
earned refreshment at The Boot, in the company of some charming Trevorettes, never tasted so good.
So, what is it that makes this curious activity so compulsive? Wonderful fresh air, occasionally
appreciated through the fumes of poorly combusted oil – an increasing rarity because of modern
engine technology; the excitement of not knowing if you will arrive or not; the relief and feelings of
achievement in adversity when you do (arrive); enjoyment of the glorious British weather, particularly
when you can time the showers for when you are in the pub; the beautiful English countryside (we
haven’t quite reached Wales yet) seen through an artistic blue haze of oil fumes (see also point 1); a
good excuse to visit some very fine pubs; and exceptionally good company.
The ingredients of a True Trevor Trip.
The Trevors.