Some images from Glorious Goodwood. In age order:
A 1938 Mercedes Benz W154
A 1967 Ferrari
The driver’s eye view from a 1970 Tyrell Cosworth
And finally (in the hopes someone buys and bank rolls them) a Caterham F1 car from 2013
I’m amazed by the number of buttons and dials the drivers need to keep track of while hurtling around at eye popping speeds and being subjected to body bending g forces.
Check in with Cee for more challenges and great photos.
Brooke and I have been together for fourteen years. She has been at my side as youth and vigour have slowly failed us both, and I have nursed her through the ailments that inevitably plague a classy French dame.
After all the years, the dents and the damage, the four times around the earth we have driven together, the overloaded trips to the tip which broke my back and her suspension, she is still willing and eager. Somehow there is no group of people too large, no burden too great for her to carry.
We know the end is nigh, we only travel a few miles together now at the weekends running errands and ferrying the kids. She starts up first time, every time. In deference to the spiders that live in her wing mirrors we don’t drive too fast anymore, but we remember all the speeding tickets.
She’s quite partial to Celine Dion, so for her sake when we are alone together I’ll belt out It’s All Coming Back To Me Now at the top of my lungs and she’ll accompany me with squeaky springs.
As for the name, well what else would you call a Blue Laguna?
Me in the door of a 1939 Delage D8-120 Cabriolet
Alfa Romeo 33 Stradale and 4C