V8's Glaore

Well I never - the chap with the Daimler Dart turned up at my door and we arranged to take photographs.

I could hear it coming - a more angry (the mags would say visceral) sound of the 8 cylinders. It looked much better in the flesh than I remember them - although the front is still one that only it's mother would love - it did grow on me.

Then the Mustang photoshoot and video in the early evening. It's quite a big car and seemed to smother the small country lanes, but it had that lovely lazy American V8 soundtrack.

So two V8's in one afternoon.