As it happens I did set the alarm, I turn over and go back to sleep. the alarm goes off again. I turn over and go back to sleep. The 9:30am alarm goes off on another clock. I turn over and ponder. I open the blinds, its a nice day. It’s 9:45am. I think - hey its only an hour away. If I set out at 10:30 I can be there before midday.
I cook breakfast and head to the garden. It might not make sense right now. But if you read to the end, all will become apparent.
Where I eat such breakfast.
Admiring the pool, of which the water level seams to have receeded!?!
My sunflower is defying the weather that has been so rainy. We now have four heads on it. Yes three you can see, the forth one is coming along. Just wait.
Arn’t they glourious.
I pick my ticket up, get the post code into thephone and head to the car.
Sometime later I’m off the M40 and on some road, lazily following Waze wheather she is taking me.
I arrive and I’m shown to the overflow car park…..
But I want to park in the field.
It attracts attention straight away. I smile and walk away.
Into the pastures so green
Laiden with cars.
The Mk ones are the nicest.
And some are yellow like the sunflowers.
There are lots here, suddenly I realise why I’m in the overflow car park. I am probably lucky to be in it as its not that big.
I look for the cars I have not seen before.
Ah here is one!
Some are as they should be.
And then I spot another entre car park full!
Man they go on and on. So very many.
Back to the Mk1 spotting.
A dream machine?
The creativaity of some may not be to my liking. But if they were all the same that would be boring.
I head towards the main area.
So this is it then, this is the Nationally Rally, the big one, the one I tend not to come to as it’s usualy someones birthday celebrations and I tend to go to that instead. I collect my gift and the badge.
Nice touch but do they realise this get stuck on your tyre valves when you least need it. The two types of metal weld themselves togeather. Not great when your tires need air.
And so around the show cars.
Ah ha, that other VR Limited Combination B. On the outside unabused.
On the inside tweeked a bit. Has the original handbrake leaver and gear nob but not the vent rings. Now who has a set of vent rings.
Even the engine bay is stanard.
Yep once mine looked like that.
And I guess so did this. Not a VR though.
aghhh a blinged up Mk2. Looks good though.
Lot sof polishing required.
some poeple must love polishing like I like mowing the lawn.
This person too much.
I brutal MK3
Run Forest Run, does this mow the lawn I wonder?
then we come across this. I car that is hidden. A car with a history.
A rare car that became rarer for all the wrong reasons.
And here is why.
What lies beneath is one of these, hidden, to protect the eyes of those who find them hidious, to protect the wallet of Mazda.
I head indoors to the museum.
I’m MX5’s isn’t your thing your in the wrong place. If cars are not your thing, your in the wrong place.
If you like cats, maybe your in the right place.
Ah a car I’d lover to have. A Jaguar XJS.
Then there is some wonder and weird British cars.
Some more famous than others.
And then there is the pink mobile, built by Ford for the F.A.B.
Outside again I get a burger.
sit and relax.
The sun is beating down. I chomp and read the program.
Oh wow, I need to find the auditurium. ah here it is.
I find a seat near the front on the right.
We have Practical Cars Editor and
Fuzz Townsend doing a talk.
It is humourous, it is funny, it is factual, and he needs some new recruits. His tip in life, if it comes around give it a go, blag it I did. This guy gave me a job and I couldn’t wirte. I told him I could but I could. I can now….
It all ends, the hour has been great.
And really that is it. It ends on a high.
I slowly make my way back to the car.
I follow until
I reach my own dream machine.
I open the boot.
A fix my badge.
And admire all the years I have owned her, and all the rallies I have attended.
And so its a drive home, with a smile on my face.
And when I get there. I polish the old girl, and she gleems. Scratch and battered here and there, but she gleems.
I put on thos caps, even though I know the outcome.
A lovely touch, to a lovely machine.
Which I take out for another ride. To meet the parents.
And my grandad too, for Sunday dinner.
Luckily I’m not wearing a track suit.
In fact I tidied myself up, put a shirt on and look the bizz.
I even finished with an icecream Sundae.
When I get home I flick on the TV for a change and hope to find Lousia on the box somewhere. I don’t but look,
here’s an engine.
And here is Fuzz himself working in his workshop, in Walsall at Westgate Classics.