A dystopian future for the classic car owner
uring the Covid-19 restrictions on our movements, which few people in my area took any notice of, we spent some time clearing out one of our storage units. Among the many treasures we rediscovered was our crystal ball. Astute readers might recall I already claimed to have found it, albeit broken, back in Issue No. 343. So it’s broken and it doesn’t even exist but I’m sure you will appreciate me looking into it and giving you a heads up on what the future holds
