Before cricket yesterday, I took myself off down the park to have a look at the East Midlands Classic Car Rally. Now when I was a kid, "Classic Cars" were what I envisaged to be those boxy Bugsy Malone type cars with wind up handles and running boards and an animal on the bonnet.
Nowadays, thanks to the passing of time, a Classic car can now be a design horror like a 1980s Austin Maestro Van den Plas in excrement brown. You'd have maybe taken such a car if it was a prize on 3-2-1 but you wouldn't want to buy one.
However, there were some beautiful MGs, E types and Triumph Spitfires. My stepfather had one of the latter when I first knew him.
He drove us to Scotland with me on the non-existent back seat with my two gerbils.
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