Madrid!

Holy Road Trip!
The Camino does not want to let go...
Up at 7am, coffee and croissants, then cycle down to train station and car rental.
We get two cars, VW Jetta and Fiat Bravo...more like, OhNo.
The Jetta can't fit the five bikes, but the Fiat gulps them nicely. After a few hiccups...gas tanks not full, mileage not balancing, we are ready...
Fiat says, No Start!
Ann finally walks over and asks Brian to apply Cojones, still....no start. Rental woman gets in, starts perfectly, and we are off...to the parking lot gate, where our parking tickets have expired and will not let us out...parking guy says, "not my problem".
Ann lets a bit of steam out at the rental woman and she gets us new exit tickets and we are off!
In Ourense, we stop and have a nice meal, head back to the cars, and Fiat will not start. No joy. Cojones or no, not starting. I get in for my big attempt, no joy..however, futzing around, Fiat speaks, and...Ann stalls pulling out of the very tight slot.
This was the last time "Fix it again, Tony" spoke to us. Ann gets on the cell phone to EuropCar and they tell us it is a Portugese registered Tony and we need to call EuropCar Portugal.
Steam is visibly appearing now, not just with Ann. Dad and I stay with the dead Fiat, the rest get in the VW and drive to the Ourense EuropCar to get another car, my idea was to leave Tony at the side of the road to be dealt with by the rental place and grt to Madrid.
They show up with a mechanic in tow, driving a big car hauler...Tony doesn't speak his langauge, either. Now EuropCar knows it's not just dufus tourists.
Arturo, the mech, is cool. He wastes no time getting Tony on the back of the hauler..he puts it in front of the Fiat, tilts the bed, and drives Tony onto the back with the starter motor in first gear..take that, you pesky Italian!
We drive to the auto shop, Dad and I with Arturo, the rest following behind in the rush hour traffic, and then we go to rent another car...which turns out to be another Tony!
However, he speaks our language, and by about 6pm we've gotten back to the shop, transferred the bikes and luggage, and are on the road..five hours after stopping for lunch.
We've got about 400km to go, and we're flying along at 140kph...the kilometers are spinning down. As we approach Madrid, the sun is going down, we are surrounded by thunderheads, ancient churches, and ruined castles...very pretty.
The plan was to call Carmen on one of our Spanish cell phones and have her guide us in, but one at a time, they both run out of call time.
You might think that midnight would be a quiet time to enter a city, but not in Spain, and not Madrid. Ann gets ahold of Carmen briefly, she is at her mothers, and Ann remembers, sort of, how to get there. Here I am, driving Tony down freakin' narrow streets, midnight, trying not to clip the cars on either side OR lose Brian, right ahead, who I have to follow closely enough to not lose, and give enough room to let him make his abrupt lane changes/turns and still stick with him. Only 14 hours on the road, too. We find Carmen, she gives us the garage remote, and it is the same dance of autos to her house. We don't get lost, much, or lose each other, and arrive about midnight.
Yikes...Long day.