I'm in the dumps. Have just been to an unbelievable Classic Car Show down the road from me run by Thornfalcon nr Taunton. There must have been over a thousand motors there: everything from pre-war Singers, Bristols, Rovers, Bentleys, Rollers to Citroen DS's. Lotus, E-Type, Jags XK whatever - to the much more mundane Spitfires, Sprites and Morgans. I used to be quite immodestly pleased with my wee Stag - but having seen what others have - I am consumed by envy, greed, desire and every other human sin and failing. If it had been just Stags I would have been content - but now my eyes have been opened - I am plunged into the depths. What an ordinary dull car we have. Not enough dials, toggle switches, outside hampers, strapped on leather covers for spare wheels. And only 8 cylinders. I want 12 at least. And a bar full of badges showing I've been to Monte Carlo and crossed the Sahara in 1923. And a drop down windscreen. And goggles. And a brass fire extinguisher.
The only joy I had was that I took my Basset Hounds along and more people stopped to stroke them than admire my Stag.
What's the cure? Help me. Please.
Dave
The only joy I had was that I took my Basset Hounds along and more people stopped to stroke them than admire my Stag.
What's the cure? Help me. Please.
Dave
Serve it right
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