The grace of a plastic train driver

To Lake Windermere, it was wet!
Not just the lake but it rained a bit too. We had trouble getting there with lots of traffic queues and so eventually in a car park a long way out we struggle out of our three cars and fourteen people are locked in one of those pointless quests to work out what we doing.At that point it arrived... The road train.
Basically a tractor dressed up in a plastic shell. We all laughed at its inherant naffness. We all got on board to a ten minute tour de force from the tractor driver as he went through his routine. Touching on the genius of self deprecation of a Jack Dee or Eddie Izzard... He took ten minutes to heal the wounds of our journeyand to literrally make our day.
Grace is such a rare commodity in our communities and often is accompanied by gentle humour.
I hope the plastic train driver knows how important he is...