Three days, three different units and guess what, the bloody AC didn't work in any of them. The worst day was Saturday, almost cooked in the cab, driving down the M25, M23 and the A40 with the windows wide open trying to say sort of cool, weighing down the paperwork to make sure it didn't fly out of the window. Going past Ace Cafe I was amazed to see so man bikers there, some looked like they could do with going through the car wash.