Just back from the Car and Bike show in Bourne. It's one of my favourite local events. Any event that has old cars and a jazz band can't be bad. It is has a wonderful mellow atmosphere. The owners sit around in folding garden chairs enjoying picnic lunches. And then there are the vehicles. I don't drive, but if I had to (and I think I may have to) I'd be sore tempted to get something old. They have such great colours and character - I don't care that they maybe difficult to drive, or keep repaired, or guzzle petrol with a thirst that resembles alcoholism. Here are some of them that attracted my attention. I have 'painted' out the registration numbers. If I've missed any I apologize to the owners.
Morris minor estate. Lovely
Camp little number this.
A Maxi. My parents had one of these - a green one - when I was young.
One of these is tempting. I did suggest to the bf getting one and driving around the British Coast for a year, but he wasn't having that. Shame.
And then there are these. Even more tempting. And scarier.
My parents had a blue maxi in the 70's. It seemed quite a big car in those days somehow. Having a look round your blog, it's lovely. I'll be back.
ReplyDeleteHello Penny, thanks for your comments. Much appreciated. My parent's maxi seemed big to me too, perhaps it's simply because I was only six or seven and at that age the adult world does seem big - who knows? In the end they sold it and bought a white dormobile with two thin blue stripes down the side.
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