As the train left Berwick-Upon-Tweed, Clarkson and myself couldn't help but wonder if Tornado's injector problem south of Berwick had wound up giving May and the Jag back the lead. Since south of Berwick, May and the Jag had been held up for a long amount of time at a petrol station. It was soon made clear to us, that this had in fact been the case, as it was discovered that May and the Jag were in fact still in the lead, but only by less then 10 miles. And as the train sped towards Edinburgh's Waverly Station at 75 MPH, our problems, unfortunately, weren't over just yet. This was compounded by the fact that we were now having to reduce our speed again, after a signal that had been passed was displaying two flashing yellows, indicating that another train was in front of us, forcing us to reduce our speed. However, after several minutes of following the slower train, and passing a signal giving a clear aspect, the regulators of both engines were opened once again, allowing Tornado and Scotsman to once again aim to clock up the maximum allowed 75 MPH, on the final charge to Edinburgh's Waverly Station. Several minutes later, as the train, gently glided into one of the many platforms at Waverly Station, and as Clarkson and I disembarked the footplates of our respective engines. Running as fast as we possibly could out of the station, in a desperate bid to find the Balmouro Hotel. It was when we finally made it through the revolving door, and made our way into the bar, that we were met by a familiar voice. "You two have permission to say oh cock!" James May said followed by his signature laugh. Despite Clarkson's face being covered in coal soot, and me not favoring any better on the matter. I just resigned myself to the fact that May and the Jag had won the race, and Tornado and Scotsman, had come a noble 2nd. But what about Hammond? Well, he would wind up making it to the finish line several hours later, not feeling too happy, and might I add, quite a bit sore.
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