It was great though, I love me some enthusiasts. Clusters of elderly gentlemen on fold-out chairs in the shade, swopping tales of restorations and daring adventure. Sharing laughs and memories.
Even more endearing, the young guys hovering near them, tapping into the wealth of experience, no doubt liberally seasoned with some old-fashioned BS.
Timour Hall was an appropriately stately venue, it was a coolish day (for a change) and I had the best ice coffee of my life.
We each picked a favourite vehicle to take home.
Husband's was this Austin Healey. Just the thought of him driving it gets my motor racing.
We chose this Piaggio Vespa for Sunday, reckoning I could run her to school and back in it to start, and later it'll do well for her and a friend. Or a puppy?
My choice surprised me as much as anyone. But it was love at first sight. 1972 Ducati in red & white.
Yes. Please.
But Friday still had no wheels. She was resigning herself to riding side-car with Sunday until, as we slowly started our way back home, we came across a corner of the show as yet unexplored. And there she found her.
The car she'll be dreaming of for the rest of her life.
Nothing speaks to a child of the Hello Kitty generation quite like a PINK Citroën 2 CV.
We had to drag her away.
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