I have a single experience to tell. August 1996. The newsgroups alt.good.morning had been meeting at St Briavells Castle in South Wales for a week, with the last supper on Tuesday night. I had been there over the weekend, but returned home to Nythe (in Swindon) on Sunday, and was giving a three day course on the GL graphic in Theale for Silicon Graphics on Monday through Wednesday.
A phone call on Monday evening, from the pub in St Briavells to my home. A young lady (well - 18 months younger than me) who was a member of the group, and who I had spent time with during the meeting (and the week before on a pre-meetup) was concerned about how she could catch her 10:45 LGW to MIA flight on Wednesday after the last supper on Tuesday, using public transport. BNM would have loved the challenge!
After my course finished on the Tuesday, I drove to St Briavell's, ate supper too, drove the lady back to my flat in Nythe, and next morning on to Reading where I took her onto the platform and (here is my point) onto the train just in time as the doors closed.
I understand that on this occasion the train was on time to Gatwick and the flight made. I've just double checked this - Lisa's now my wife
and remembers that fortnight well