To the Transport Festival in Basingstoke
– bustling south-central metropolis that brought the world Liz Hurley, Burberry
and ...err.. some other famous stuff in Basingstoke.
We arrived in this little beauty, a supremely rare Austin
Seven Speedy. And I can tell you what it's like driving in one of these things
on a beautiful sunny morning: Bloody freezing.
However, it wasn't terribly wrong before things took a turn
for the weird.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with bollocks.
Then, once the kid's been suffocated, you beat the hell out
of it with the cricket bats provided.
And with little else to do, the locals dressed a meerkat up
as Lawrence of Arabia, then lynched the bastard.
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.
Then it rained and we went home. What's it like to ride the
Speedy in the rain? Wet and bloody freezing.
2 comments:
The Husband bought an MGB Roadster almost a fortnight ago, his big new retirement hobby. I wear boots, socks, trousers or thick leggings, a zip-up aweater with a high rolled collar, a thick leather jacket, a sheepskin cossak hat, and a long fluffy scarf wrapped at least twice round my neck. To drive to the seaside! Then I divest, like peeling an onion...
Grossbows?
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