Trumped by a bigger V12

Early run in the E-type up to Dunsfold for the spitfire flight - of course it was raining when we left.

65 nervous miles in the heat and although the car ran well up the A14 it showed the hottest I've seen for a long time on the dial. The fan was running constantly too. It was already in the 20's (nearly 70 degrees) and just got hotter as we went. The roadworks did not really help either, however we got there in the end and parked next to a couple more cars.

We went in and I was ushered into the first briefing rater than my allotted afternoon one. We signed our lives away and then went through to where the Spitfires were parked.

The day was warm and we spent a lot of time wondering what the timetable was - so it was a bit disjointed with the five flights spaced out during the day - two Spitfires first, then after a long wait a Spitfire and a Hurricane. Finally it was time for me at the very end of the day.

There were a few more dials than the E-type but it had a familiar feel.

Take off sounded like the Imp (the pilot actually had a vintage Bentley) but the flight was less bumpy. The controls when I had a short time flying it were very very sensitive and my banking was a bit dramatic - but then again it was my first (and last) go in a WW2 fighter.

Back on the ground we were able to arrange the cars around the planes and - well - the pics are average.

Then another hot 65 miles back and the day was over. The car having done us proud.