There’s something compulsive about the London to Brighton Veteran Car Run. As you can see from the page title, I’ve always, and continue to, call it the Emancipation Run. I’ve no idea why this title seemingly fell out of fashion
The Rob Walker Centenary Festival at Dorking on 21 October 2018 gave anyone interested in motor racing history, or, come to that, motor racing and/or lovely cars, a thoroughly enjoyable day. Whilst it was quite crowded, it was not too
I went to see a morning’s racing at the dedicated circuit of the Sussex Radio Control Club. The people I met were all friendly, talkative and very helpful. The courtesy shown to a old, fat stranger was very warm. Thanks.
My radio controlled car. It’s getting on for 23 years old. It has hardly been used as we moved house a few days after I finished it and it saw the light of day just a week ago. £250. If
The static display was awe inspiring. Some of the models must have taken years. Well done to all those who braved visitors with heavy hands. The lake was a pleasant place to sit while eating one’s lunch. Watching the boats
I was unable to stay at the circuit all that long as I have a bit of a grass allergy. It is worse for recently cut grass. As you can see, there was enough grass to make anyone sneeze so
There were some absolutely stunning models on display, both in the air and on the ground, at Headcorn. I’ve not videoed model planes flying before the Saturday of the show, and looking at the footage, I’ve not done so yet.
Chalk and . . . chalk? A shorter article similar to this was first published in the Mercedes-Benz Club magazine. Sports cars are the great joy of motoring. I’ve owned an MGTC, an MGB, the vastly underrated Ginetta G32 and,
Road rage and me It would seem that I started an episode of road rage. It developed into dangerous driving at speeds of over 70mph on a public road. I came off the anti-clockwise M25 at junction 8A and was
I wrote for years as a hobby, getting the occasional article published and, somewhat less frequently, paid for as well. I wanted to keep my first cheque but, like most writers, the urge to celebrate a sale was too strong.