A bit of National pride
It ain’t just about cars you know! Now as a rule, I tend to avoid classic car shows on a regional level – they drive me insane. For example, a village not far down the road has an annual summer fete and ‘classic’ car show, and I used the term classic loosely and with a heavy heart. I’m sure you know the sort of gig I am talking about – marrow growing competitions, a poorly set up public address system that feeds back enough to make a glass eye weep, the local
