It starts ten minutes from home with the first admiring glances when you fill up with petrol. Impertinent moderns in their depreciating clones stop and admire the svelte grace that sits poised on the forecourt. Small pleasure in the time it takes helps to unwind. Stop, open the boot, take out octane boost measure – pour – re-fit top.
Then the petrol – by now eyes are gathering courage. Carefully put the nozzle into tank. Usually it’s the older ones. 60’s cars and 60’s drivers. Old enough for the “I had one of those in the 70’s” chatter, or “very nice”. Admiration not envious looks for old cars. Attainable yet rare enough to be out of reach.
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