The Spinners came with a range of backgrounds that included the more predictable – musicians, photographers, art college lecturer – and the more esoteric – property speculator, tube train-driver, military oil tanker driver on paid leave, pedigree dog groomer. Some had flown over especially from America. Although a number of cars took part in sections of the Spin, the main focus was two rented transit vans. These were covered in authority-conferring graphic designs which, along with the fluorescent jackets worn during any extravehicular activities, were so absolutely conspicuous that they,

the vans and their occupants, were resolutely ignored by all they encountered. As the Spin progressed and the milometer crept towards its final total of 1178 miles, the strangeness spiralled ever upwards. My response to it moved from initially believing that this is not actually going to happen; then came 25 hours of feeling this cannot be happening; and finally I am left with the sense that this cannot have happened. All this uncertainty should undermine any attempt to communicate my experience with any conviction. As such, as I said before, this article should not exist.