At the end of this post I’m seriously considering attending any more Car Shows, I will explained it all and then you can tell me if I’m over reacting!
Continuing on from the previous post Another Damp Start (part 1) on 31/8/2026 I started wandering down the next couple of lines of cars. The quality of cars at this show was great and lots of nice people to talk to, as I alluded to in the first sentence everything wasn’t good.
Today is a Bank Holiday in the UK so we have a long weekend and most of the time there is car show somewhere. Todays event was thirty minutes away from me, pre booked cars only at a cost of £10 per car, as this show was raising funds for a Cancer charity I didn’t mind paying it. The weather was predicted no rain for the day, apart from a little shower at silly time in the morning. I got ready for the show and inspected the sky was a little grey, but I could see blue bits in the distance. The roads had dry patches, but were mostly damp from those early morning sprinkles of rain. The main roads had dry lines which I kept to, but the roads were drying up pretty quickly.
I needed fuel on the way to the show stopped to fill up with Shell’s finest offering V-Power. The fill up was just shy of £80, more open wallet surgery performed without anaesthetic as our tyrant government continues to laugh at us motorists. I arrived at the venue at eight thirty and then I remembered just how bad the organisation is for this event. In order to get to the field where they parked us up, you had to travel across another field which was more like a WWI battle front complete with bomb craters and trenches. To keep the cars from backing up in the main road, some bright spark decided to put us into double rows from one side, and another coming in from the left, that’s three rows of cars nose to tail all trying to get into a single gate. I spotted my mate Steve in his silver ’67 Coupe (first pic below to the right) in front of me. As I got double stacked I drove right past him with a cheery little wave. I had some marshal trying to hurry me up and go faster. Sorry pal, I ain’t dragging my exhaust over your fields, would he pay for them if I ripped it off? Of course not, with that in mind; I will drive as slow as I want, I’m in a classic 60’s car and not a tractor!
Eventually we got into the field and parked up, Steve pulled up some five or so minutes later a few cars down from me.
I spotted a couple of my favourite people, looking at the cars. I like to think that they were admiring the cars and not taking notes on who to give a ticket to.
I eventually got out where Steve and I had a catch up and expressed our displeasure at the poor organisation to get in. Then it was time to clean the car from the water splashes and stuck on bits of grass from the field(s).
Cars were coming in thick and fast and the place was getting busy, I took over three hundred photos, but reduced it down to two hundred by removing the Tesco car park cars that were only a few years old and some of the cars I spotted from the Lavenham Car show yesterday. With the amount of photos I have taken in the past and posted, WordPress advised me to reduce the number of photos in one post, thus speeding up load times. Taking their advise I will split the event into two posts, this is obviously Part 1.
Continue reading “Another Damp Start (part 1)”Bank holiday weekend here in the UK, I could have had a car show on Saturday, Sunday and the Monday a hat trick. I didn’t attend the show yesterday as the rain was forecast and sure enough it did, not a lot, but just enough to make me not get the car out. Considering we’ve had three ‘heat waves’ in the UK now, I wasn’t upset about missing one show to be fair. Todays show was at a beautiful village of Lavenham in the middle of Suffolk about half hour away from me. My alarm, woke me, the dogs and the wife. Before I got out from my pit, I checked the weather, rain was due at four this afternoon. OK, I decided to go and leave a bit early to miss the promised rain. I stumbling out of bed and seemed to stand on every dog toy between the bedroom and bathroom. I took a careful look at the sky and the roads, they were damp with the odd puddle.
I got in the car and set the destination in Google maps. My co-pilot was going to direct me down some back roads, that wasn’t going to happen as I know these roads. The route would have been quite wet as the roads aren’t used that much early on a Sunday morning. So on one of my (very) rare occasions, I overrode the map and turned onto the main roads instead. My route would be six minutes longer to get there, but these are main roads and would be used. That way the water would be removed much quicker by traffic and the sun trying to poke through the clouds, which means my car wouldn’t get as dirty on the way there. The show was due to start at eleven until four, with the event letting in cars at eight thirty. My timing saw me arrive at nine twenty and I was shown to the field for the marshal on the gate. The display field is arranged into a circles with outer ring for some club stands, and then inner circle(s) for the private entrants. I parked up next to a white Triumph and a couple of minutes later a white Morris Minor turned up. I was in a white car sarnie. I wasn’t best pleased about the ‘Moggy Minor’ as there is some history between me and their owners club! I have documented it here quite a bit in the past.
My car got a good wipe over, which surprising wasn’t that bad. You can see from the picture above, the field behind me was quite empty. By the time the car was cleaned some forty minutes later the field was getting busy. It was going to be a good show.
The marshals were great and kept everything moving and parked us up quickly, but not wedged us together, a refreshing experience it has to be said.
I could smell food, there was an army truck that pulled into the middle of the field which was serving hotdogs. I asked for one only to be told that everything he had was vegan, I put my money away and looked for other vendors. Now, I don’t know it was my imagination or not, but the vegan van had a few people queue up at one point, but the bacon stand which was only selling bacon rolls, had a constant queue of people waiting in a line. I didn’t fancy the bacon although it did smell amazing. There was nobody else selling hotdogs, so I had to settle for a burger. Not a cheap experience, but I was assured it was a proper burger. As it was nearly mid day I talked myself into it which took all of about two seconds. The burgers were cooked to order and I would have to wait for my order! The waiting time was mitigated by giving me a gadget with a number on it. When it bleeped and flashed I was to go and get my burger.
What a fantastic idea and it worked, I handed my gadget over, got my burger and promptly returned to my car and sat down to enjoy my lunch. They were right it was a pretty good burger, better than some restaurants I have been too.
While I was waiting I decided to wander around the cars and take some photos, so working counter clockwise here are the cars.
Continue reading “Damp Start At Lavenham Classic”Last weekend was one of those rare weekends where I had a choice of car shows. I could have gone the Stonham Barns or Burwell. Stonham I tend to go there a few times a year, all be it with different parameters, all in classic cars, or Americana etc. So I though I would go somewhere different for a change, Burwell Village. I haven’t been there before so it was a punt on what it would be like. They had restricted the number of cars to attend and advised not to attend if you weren’t booked in. We had to be in place ready for the museum to open at 10am and then the public could come in and see the museum and the cars.
If you ever find yourself out by the Cambridgeshire fens on the Suffolk boarder, Burwell is one of those lovely villages that just feels completely tied to its landscape, especially with the old waterways or ‘lodes’ running right through it. Tucked away at its heart of the village is the Burwell Museum, which honestly feels less like a traditional museum and more like a miniature, open-air village frozen in time. You can wander past old-fashioned shops and a blacksmith’s forge which was being worked for the day, all lovingly maintained by locals. But you can’t miss the real centrepiece: Stevens’ Mill. It’s a gorgeous 19th-century tower windmill that looms over the site, and it complements the history of the museum, giving you a genuine feel for what rural farming life used to be like around the village.
I set of at quarter past eight with Google maps telling me it would be thirty five minutes later. The email that was sent to us described how to get there, as in the lane would be easy to miss so look out for it, they weren’t wrong. I got there a few minutes after the scheduled time and see a sign to pointing down the little lane, not to bad at this point.
Down the end of the lane was another little sign – turn right, so I did which wasn’t that easy with the turning circle of an aircraft carrier!
I thought somebody was taking the stuff that turns the snow yellow! It was a dirt track through an allotment. The ruts in the track were low and the centre mound high which scrapped on my low exhaust headers, I wasn’t best pleased. I ended up having to drive on the higher parts while trying to dodge the plastic vegetable tunnels, and s ticks with shiny stuff hanging of them. Thought ran through my mind; if I was going to be told to park on some cabbage patch the conversation wasn’t going to go well for the poor soul that would deliver me that news. After what seemed like two miles of hell (actually more like a couple of minutes), I pulled onto an opening of a ‘field’ area. I was greeted by a lovely guy who mentioned me by my name and said ‘you’re from one man and his mustang .com’, a really nice touch. The fact I turned up in a Mustang might have been a clue though.
Being a little on the early side I was guided to back up to a wooden fence that was more like a dumping area for the allotments. We were forced in tight next to each other. More cars followed me in about fifteen minutes or so later and they were told to park in front of me starting a new row. If I wanted to go early it wasn’t going to happen, I was boxed in.
I got out to clean my car from all the dust and debris from the path on the way in. I could smell food, and decided to go and get some breakfast once the car was clean again, the now obligatory sausage roll. The guys asked me if I wanted cheese and salad with it and of course I said yes, it was a good choice. The local butchers supplied the food and was it was top notch, delicious and filled a hungry hole.
By the time I had finished breakfast, the cars were all pretty much in place, with only about thirty cars there in total for the day, a few nice mixtures of cars.
I wandered around the cars and took some pictures of my little ‘field’ area.
There was an opening in the fence which takes you into the museum walkways itself and a few more cars were parked up there.
I thought that this 1953 Citroen was going to be my car of the show, but as I wandered around the museum, I found something much bigger and better. There wasn’t a lot to choose from to be fair for my pick of the day.
Through the path ways there was various little rooms and working exhibits. I will add each little room or display as it’s own gallery starting with some Roman pottery.
The lower right was a hand written transcript from the 15th Century, in a display case which was in incredible condition.
Between each little exhibition room were barns of stored agricultural stuff and equipment.
The forge was working and a blacksmith was making something, I couldn’t tell at the point I took the pictures as it was in the early stages. All the equipment was used as it was back in the day.
There was a large barn that was over two floors, the upstairs being fairly small in comparison. There were mock up from different era’s.
Upstairs you got a view of a victorian bedroom.
The rest of the upstairs featured medieval dig finds in display cases.
A view from the upper floor to the windmill.
There was some World War I & II exhibits, the baby gas mask was kinda freaky!:
This brought back some memories as my grandparents had one of these in their back garden, an Anderson shelter. Made of corrugated metal I’m not sure what they would have stopped during an air raid.
Then into the windmill itself. There were guided tours around the working mill at little extra cost. I thought about it, but the very narrow stairway would have been snug for my 6’4″ frame. The guide also told me that it gets progressively narrower as you go up to the third floor. I decided against it for fear of having to have the emergency services cut me out from the narrow stairwell!
I walked back to the car for a rest and some people watching. I spent a fair bit of time talking to the guys who parked up next to me which passed time away.
Mart’s Car Of The Show:
This Tucker-Terra Sno-Cat K23 was a beast, not a car but a vehicle so it counts as I make the rules up! This was a genuine British Antarctic Survey vehicle used on the ice cap. I spent a fair while talking to the lovely guy telling me all about the vehicle.
I doubt I will ever see one again, so therefore just by rarity alone, it had to be the star of the show. He even let me sit in it which was pretty awesome.
Did you know?
These vehicles run on ‘AVTUR’ or Aviation Turbine Fuel which is used to prevent the diesel waxing up in the cold. To get round that problem of lubricants missing within the Avtur that normal diesel have, they have to inject the additives back in the fuel to allow the engine to work properly.
An incredible bit of machinery and a privilege to see it and sit in it one.
Being wedged in, I had to wait for the cars in front to leave before I could. This started to happen around three in the afternoon, with a gap eventually opening up in thew rows, with a little manoeuvring I was able to get out. The trip back down the dirt track again was just as bad as I remembered it a few hours earlier. I got home after about 45 minutes as the roads were a little bit slower. Arriving home I got out and looked at the state of my car, there was no way I could put it away without another good clean.
Would I go again? Probably not; one, the path to get there wasn’t fun, two, there wasn’t much to do with a max of thirty cars to look at. On the plus side, I enjoyed the museum and had some amazing memories triggered of my grandparents. Nostalgia vs cars? On this occasion the nostalgia won and I treated the ‘car show’ as a Sunday drive out for me with a few other like minded guys. I certainly didn’t hate it, but a few more cars would have made it a much better day.
I have decided to create a little section for photos that I think would make a great desktop backgrounds, or mobile phone backgrounds. Of course I’m biased towards my own car (at the moment), but I have created some wallpapers for other beautiful cars. The balance will even out as concentrate on getting a more varied selection of cars to turn into wallpapers. The images don’t look that impressive when tiled together in the montages, but when opened in full resolution they are so much better.
I have done a montage for each of the categories so you can see the various pictures so far, and not just of cars:
Desktop Wallpapers here.
Alternatively just click on the Menu above ‘Screen Downloads’, for the pages and the download links. All these images are free to download and use.
Mobile Wallpaper here.
Alternatively just click on the Menu above ‘Screen Downloads’, for the pages and the download links. All these images are free to download and use.
I will get more photos and turn them into desktop and mobile wallpapers going forward. If there is a particular picture you have seen and would like the full sized image for download, let me know ands I will add it for you and anybody else who would like it.
Perhaps the closest car show to me is at Rougham Airfield, well what’s left of it. The control tower is the only remaining part of the airfield which is now a museum to the airfield and the squadron stationed here. There are volunteers who keep the place tidy and provide a glimpse of the WWII era with some period correct clothing. The location is a short six miles away from my house hardly time to warm the car up. The show is called “Buff The Ruff” organised by my car club ‘Bury Retro Car Club‘ and all vehicles are welcome. The show said 10am, I wasn’t sure if that was public time or time to arrive with the car. It turned out it was turn up time, to be on the safe side I arrived at a little after nine, I could of had an extra hour in bed. There was three of us there when i turned up with the same thought, when does it start. We drove onto a bit of land behind the control tower in a good position. In a line there was six of us as we were parking up now, a MK3 Escort, a MK1 Capri, First Gen Mustang (me) a Mustang II Cobra and then a white MK3 Capri, and a Model A hot rod, we got talking and promptly called it the Ford field! It didn’t stay a Ford field for long though.
By the time I finished wiping down the car it was getting on towards ten and quite a few more cars were starting to park up. The weather was overcast, warm with a light breeze and no rain was forecast.
This Ford Anglia was just like the one my Grandfather had, but it didn’t have this fancy engine.
I took a trip up the tower onto the roof to get some high angle photos just as some more cars rolled in which gave me an unusual angle to take some great shots.
This blue Charger nearly got my car of the show, a real nice car that sounded as good as it looked when it rolled in.
I took a few pics inside the tower to a couple of rooms that I hadn’t seen before. The Jeep outside had a few grenades in the back and I think a grenade launcher? I assume they were deactivated!
Marts Car Of The Show, this really nice 1984 VW Golf GTI MK II. Such a clean well loved nice tidy car. A great engine in the 1.8ltr Bosh K Jetronic, 112bhp. For it’s day this was a quick car and was the original pocket rocket with a scarce rag top. Often copied and the boy racer’s dream.
At around two thirty I made a move home as a number of other had also started to leave. I got home within minutes and for a change the fuel gauge didn’t move (much). A good show with some really nice cars and some and some nice chats with a few mates who turned up to support the show.
The background to my car is that it was brought over to the UK and stationed in RAF Lakenheath by a USAF pilot all the way from Virginia USA some three thousand eight hundred miles away. My excitement was high to see that Lakenheath Classic Car Show 2026 was back on this year. I was hoping it was going to be at the airbase itself, sadly that wasn’t case. The show itself was held in a playing field about a mile away from the base. My car was almost home, so near yet so far.
The UK is having a bit of a heatwave at the moment which makes a real nice change. But, sitting in an open field where there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky with a temperature up in the high thirties, it was hot for us Brits. My wife got up with me early and said “I have packed the cool bag, add anything extra that you may want”. I looked inside to find three bottles of water and a dog bowl!
I asked ‘What’s that all about?’ She replied with “just in caser there are any dogs there that need a drink, make sure you give them a drink”. Never mind me, she was more worried about the dogs over heating. I got my own drinks and lunch and packed it into the cool bag, and into the trunk of the car.
The show was to start at ten with drive which was about fifty minutes away. The order for today was a steady drive along the back roads scenic route to keep moving and not get stuck in any traffic. The marshals were super efficient and guided the cars straight onto the field and parked us up in turn. I got out the car and started to wipe the car down from the road dust accumulated by the trip in and set up the show board. By the time I had completed the quick wipe down it was approaching noon and I was starting to boil. I slapped on the factor fifty and drank a nicely chilled one litre bottle of water. Luckily and common sense prevailing for the day, I didn’t see any dogs being dragged around, so that meant I was now going to drink the water that was put aside for them. I had underestimated how thirsty I would get during the day.
There was a round hundred and fifty cars being hosted by the show. Some were the usual Walmart wagons, like three year old BMWs with stickers on them, a few newer Mercs and of course the boy racer specials, the Ford Focus STs, I didn’t bother with most of them. While making my way around the show, a first for me was that my phone (Samsung S26 Ultra) flashed up a warning of overheating which then stopped me taking photos. To allow the phone to cool down I went to seek out some shade and sit inside a little building for half an hour or so that was doing a roaring trade in cold beers. That’s two shows on the trot now where I was tempted, but I still resisted.
With the phone recovered, I quickly completed the rest of the lines of cars. Being so close to the air base there was a heavy bias to American iron and muscle.
There was quite a few modified cars there as well, the first two here followed me for part of the way to the show. Me doing a steady fifty five wasn’t fast enough for them, so I moved over to let them past on the country roads.
A popular car was this Skyline.
There was a few bikes and trikes too, but many didn’t stay that long.
There was a heavy Mustang contingent as I expected, so I grouped them all together here.
That leaves me with Marts Car Of The Show; which was this huge 1977 FORD LTD that looked like it had just come out of a showroom. It was like a land yacht in a great colour that continued inside. I’m not sure what garage would house this beast, I suspect it would have to be more like an aircraft hanger.
I got back to my car got the chair out, and sat down with a more cold drinks and little light lunch. The factor fifty was applied generously over the next couple of hours. I got into some great conversation with a couple behind me who had just purchased their new toy, 1947 Bentley and their story around how they got it.
The seatbelts which I do up and place on the seats just to make them look neat were so hot I couldn’t hold them and I was worried the metal buckles were going to melt the seats, literally they were that hot I had to use a couple of cloths to unclip them. At around three in the afternoon I admitted defeat – I couldn’t take the heat anymore and decided to go home. I had all the windows down while taking the scenic route home, longer by about five miles but much more enjoyable.
A great day out, in fact it was the hottest May Bank holiday since records had begun, so I was informed by the weather lady in the evening news. It was a shame I didn’t get to go on the base with the car it would have been awesome, but I know for a fact that my car was driven around these very roads in the late 1990’s.
I have been in conversation with magazine publishers called ‘STANG Magazine’, and sent them a few photos of my car. They have added my car to their Special Edition, Editor’s Choice November 2026 latest publication of the magazine which is available online now.
The front and back covers of their magazine.
They sent me the article they was going to publish which I have added here with their permission.
I wanted to help the guys out, so I asked them for some details about their STANG Magazine and they responded with a few paragraphs for me:
“ The new King of Mustang Magazines: How STANG just made history.
For decades, the legendary Mustang Monthly held the ultimate crown in automotive publishing. Between 1978 and 2020, they produced a staggering 502 issues over 42 years of solid Mustang content. That record was considered unbeatable as there is a new record holder.
STANG Magazine has officially broken the record for the most issues ever published by any Mustang magazine in history.
While it took the previous record-holder 42 years to reach their milestone, STANG Magazine smashed past their milestone in just 12 years. With the release of Issue #503, the crown has officially changed hands. We give a massive nod of respect to the former king, but the throne now belongs to a new era.
Fun Facts: STANG Magazine by the Numbers
Built For the People, By the People
STANG Magazine was built on a simple promise: to give Mustang enthusiasts exactly what they asked for. Founder and Editor-in-Chief Daniel Ramey launched the publication to break the traditional media mold.
The philosophy is straightforward:
A Global Grassroots Phenomenon
STANG Magazine didn’t reach the top through massive corporate backing. It grew purely through grassroots, word-of-mouth popularity. What started with passionate owners using their phones and cameras to share adventures has evolved into a global powerhouse. Today, it stands as the first Mustang publication to be available worldwide in both print and digital formats. It has reached readers in almost every single country on Earth.
The Mustang legacy is alive, well, and officially rewritten. As Daniel Ramey says: “Enjoy the ride, and who you ride with!” “
I was previously unaware of STANG magazine to be honest, but found their home page online here:
stangmagazine Publisher Publications – Issuu
I’m not being paid for this post, I just wanted to give them a shout out and they deserve a little free exposure. After seeing the proposed article I wanted a hard copy of the magazine if it was possible and asked them for details how to go about getting one. They replied with, ‘Yes you can order one, we print them to order’, so I did two in fact. I paid via PayPal and they shipped it right to my door in just over a week. I was really impressed with the quality of the magazine, it wasn’t printed on flimsy paper, it wasn’t full of ads or random fluffiness, just high quality colour spreads front to back.
The inside cover and first leaf.
A random opening of the magazine to another article;
Towards the back a model posed with a Mustang.
The inside of the back over.
A little background from me; I used to be a printer. I served a four year apprenticeship in the city of London when I left school mid term to take the job when it came up. Once my apprenticeship was completed and signed off officially, I could be known as a ‘Master Craftsman’ for my trade. Unfortunately that trade died with the onslaught of Adobe Photoshop 3.0 (on floppy discs, remember those?) and the relentless progression of Cromalin proofing. My roots are still with the print and I still miss that job, I loved it. To this day I still enjoy printed material of books and magazines and collect special editions where I can. I don’t care what people say, nothing beats reading and holding a book, turning the pages and the smell for the experience of a good read.
Although I’m sad about Mustang Monthly no longer being in print, I can understand why. The internet has a lot to answer for with the death of many printed publications turning to online. Then on the other hand, no trees are being cut down for paper unnecessarily. I even had copies of Mustang Monthly shipped over to me in the UK and enjoyed reading them while learning a few things as well. Of course I can now read all that information online and STANG Magazine is now part of that revolution. It has to be noted that producing printed material was, and still is expensive and the printed publications (no mater what the subject) relied on advertising to make their money. Due to editing, proofing and press lead in times many publications were monthly, hence why it took so long to get the lofty numbers of Mustang Monthly, compared to online publications, which can be up for the world to see in a matter of hours. That being said, it takes nothing away from STANG Magazine and I’m personally pleased that they offer the option to have a printed copy if you wanted one. It wasn’t a cheap publication by the time it was shipped to me the UK, that isn’t STANG Magazine’s fault by any means, but when it comes to my car – it was worth it.
Everybody likes a customised wallpaper either on their home desktop PC, Laptop or mobile phone. With that in mind I have selected a few I use and decided to share them with you. I have and added to a new Menu option called “Downloads”, click on the link and you will be taken to a page where I intend to add more as I go along. Let me know what I should add or you would like to see on there.
Once you found what you like, from the Desktop options three so far, or the mobile device options (six so far) click on the ‘Download’ button. They are all free and I haven’t added any watermarks. Lets face it, even if I did, you could remove them with various tools available.
The desktop options are these at the moment, a manor house with a Mustang. Two AI generated scenes, sunset and evening with the cars lights on.
The mobile device options are varied, all high quality photos. They are a large sized images which should allow you to move them around and zoom in and out depending on you device. You could use them as your main screen or maybe just a lock screen.
This a photo of my phone using the first image which is zoomed in to fill the width of the device (Samsung S26 Ultra).
There’s plenty of space at the top to add your favourite apps.
Next month my pride and joy will be backed out the garage for a pre season clean and service. That’s tends to be a full weekend process. Oil change, air filter clean, fluids and tyres and brakes checked. Once all the dirty stuff has been done, I then remove the old wax, apply base sealer, coloured base wax (blue), first layer with a top quality wax which is allowed to cure for twenty four hours. The final top wax allowed to cure for a further two hours then buffed to a shine. Glass polished, seats, carpets and not forgetting the headliner all given an interior detail. The trunk are is emptied out, as more often than not the odd bit of grass creeps in when putting my chair away. Chrome is polished all over the car. After the service, the engine bay is cleaned out and the engine given a degrease and wipe down. While the car is draining the oil and the filter changed, it’s an ideal time to clean the oil pan, gearbox pan which is chrome, and the suspension a clean. I exhausts me just thinking about it, but it’s worth the effort.
With the current state of affairs around the world fuel has gone up stupid amounts here in the UK. So it will be painful to fill up with the premium fuel, my car only seems to like Shell V-Power, anything else and the car runs rough.
But, it’s all about the smiles per gallon, not the miles!
Continuing on from my last post this is the rest of the Classics at Glemham Car Show. The show had food and drink but like most of the shows now days the costs were expensive. I doubt this is greed of the vendor, from what I have heard the organisers of the events charge silly amounts for the pitch. The vendors are forced to cover their costs. The organisers are now starting to charge significant amounts of money for the owners of these cars to attend the shows. It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to choose quite carefully what shows I attend. However the money goes to a charity then I don’t have a problem. But, just to make money from the car owners and let the public in for free is not on. Perhaps we need to vote with our wheels and not attend the rip off events. Let me know your thoughts if this all round the country (UK) or other countries too.
Back to the cars, after the rows of cars arranged by years of manufacture, there were super cars and general club stands.
This Lincoln was amazing and a huge car.
We eventually got back to the car for a well earned rest and quick bite to eat where we watched the world go by.
Mart’s Car Of The Show: is this wonderful Plymouth, the fins still get me every time!
A couple of the other cars started to move out early afternoon so we decided to follow suit. As we rode over the uneven fields to the dirt track for the exit we stopped of for a quick photo opportunity. I took many photos as did Craig and these are just some from the session. Many are similar but they are all different. I think we started a trend, I have seen a few Instagram posts of similar photo’s being posted similar to ours.
Craig’s photos first.
Then there are these which I took.
That completes all of my cars shows for 2025 sadly. I will find things to post about; reviews, books, memorabilia and maybe some upgrades on my little ol’ pride and joy. Thanks for staying with me during some of these recent large posts of the car shows.
