Looks like summer’s finally arrived, and thoughts turn to holidays.
I was over near Old Street (Silicon Roundabout) picking up some prints (yes, people do still do C-types) from The Printspace on Kingsland Road. While there, I always take a detour to the Classic Car Club for a spot of automotive oggling. Sadly for me I’ve got a beat-up family Toyota, but one can but dream…
Classic cars seem to be so much more characterful than almost any new car. The most hideous thing I saw recently was a Bugatti Veyron in a custom silver/red paint job cruising around Harrods. It had Middle Eastern plates and someone had obviously just flown it in for their London 2012 Olympic holiday. It was certainly drawing the crowds, but in the same way as paps around Paris Hilton.
A nice Mercedes SL pagoda top would be great for a daytrip to the coast, but I had my eye on the Aston – perfect for a grand tour down through France or across the Alps.
Membership to the Classic Car Club doesn’t come cheap, but they don’t mind the occassional middle-aged saddo sniffing around the garage…