As I've mentioned before Ged we went everywhere, and later on with Andy Prescott I went to all sorts of places all over the North and South - one trip with Andy will always stick in my mind and that was a show in Bangor (at some posh do) we left the point a good 2 or 3 hours before we had to (something you did back then to allow for checkpoints or (as in this case) a breakdown of some sort.
The 2 axle 4 wheel trailer we used was home made, welded together in Andy's back yard by himself and with able assistance by yours truly
Apart from a few splinters and angle grinder spark burns we managed ok. Anyway as we travelled North in the pouring rain we were aware of a strange noise coming from somewhere - stopping at Banbridge we could find nothing wrong and continued.
To cut a long story short, as we approached the Sprucefield roundabout we laughed as "somebody's" wheel passed us on the road.
until that is we realised it was ours
We pulled over and Andy went after the wheel (it ended up in the middle of the roundabout mercifully missing everything on the way down) We pulled into the service station at the bottom of the road and Andy said all we could do was phone home from the payphone in the station (no mobile phones back then) and hope that we could get the loan of a spare trailer from Annetts, that his uncle Roy was at home and that his dad also be at home and would borrow Roy's Porsche (as it had a towbar) collect the trailer and bring it to us.
for some reason this all happened and in just over an hour we had a spare trailer (with soft tyres that we had to blow up and hope did not have slow punctures) and we were on our way - we arrived without further incident but vowed to get a new trailer