lol. Funnily enough, "Mike" would actually be my brother. Who's half my size, looks like Gollum, has no kids, doesn't own a car and hates VWs after he crashed our old family Beetle as a teenager Really quite dissimilar to me. Apart from him and my wife and kids, there's only one other person I know of in the UK with that surname and that's my sister. So it's quite spectacular of him to a) get it wrong and b) actually manage to hit one of the five existing people with that name
Anyway, how about another show? Lets do a quick one, shall we?
Normally, I'd go to several of the Goodwood Breakfast Clubs. However, this year we only managed to get to one. And it's the really annoying one, the Supercar Sunday. There are many web pages dedicated to how this is a victim of it's own success, how it's too busy, how it's full of YouTube-motivated throbbers, how it encourages nobs to drive like halfwits outside the venue, how someone's gonna get killed to death and nuns and kittens will die, how it causes the entirety of Sussex to grind to a halt in traffic jams, and basically all kids of dire depressing stuff.
Know what? It's all true. Except maybe the nuns and kittens
Add to that the fact that most of what shows up is brand new modern stuff which mostly leaves me a little cold, and it's generally my least favourite thing of the year. After all, seeing idenitcal McLaren after McLaren, Aston after Aston actually wears thin quite quickly, especially when the only way you can tell them apart is by how contrived the spacing of their numberplate digits is. And when you can't actually take any meaningful photos at all because the place is rammed. I mean, mad busy. And not really busy with car people who actually repsect what they're looking at and might be considerate of others and allow you time to take a quick pic; no, it's really busy with families of Sports Direct tracksuited Neanderthals swearing at kids called Jayden and Chantelle and filling the air with clouds of weapons-grade skunk smoke while taking photos of cars they couldn't even spell on tablets bought just that weekend, from Cash Convertors, on a flush from BetVictor
That might be a bit strong, but you get the idea.
But, the kids wanted to go (they only go for the ice cream... Beechdean, of course) and it was a spare Sunday morning and we at least get to use Mrs L7s disabled badge and GRRC membership to get in quickly and park easily, so off we went in easily the least Super car in the entire place, Dolly the 40hp Beetle. As suspected, it was horrendously busy with no apparent reduction in traffic from the pre-booking system put in place after the previous event broke Sussex. So what you're gonna get now is some shapes and colours (and there do at least tend to be a lot of epic colours!), a lot of detail pics and very few of entire cars. It just isn't possible, sorry. I tried to represent the more unusual and preferably old stuff, but there really isn't much of that about so expect some modern content too. Still, they are supercars after all, so I expect most people will find some shock, awe and joy-joy-feeling in here, at least sporadically
Say hello to the future. Whether you like it or not. Rather like Johny Candy in Planes, Trains and Automobiles, this is simply going to stick around until you can no longer remember why it annoyed you so much in the first place and start confusing yourself into thinking it's actually your friend.
Even such a technophobe as myself can't escape the hoo-hah surrounding the acme model hybrids, the LaFerrari, Porsche 918, and of course, the McLaren P1. And y'know what? I don't especially care how whizz-bang they are above and beyond "normal" supercars. It's like saying getting into orbit on a Saturn V was slightly faster than on a Vostok, and with better cupholders. Degrees of a whole that no-one other than a handful will ever exeprience. But, given that all McLarens look so alike that even a supposed car geek like me ends up googling them often as not, at least the P1 is immediately identifiable and unique. Especially in Hard Grey with Carbon
One modern "styling" feature I've long despised is the trend to fill large "vents" (which turn out not to be vents) with patterned acres of black plastic, usually with a honeycomb motif. It annoys me because I know if it were my car I'd want to dremel out all the honeycomb bits so it at least worked as a vent. Until I met this NSX. Leaving aside its ridiculous and deeply horrid numberplate, it shows clearly why the manufacturers leave the "vents" solid. It's because when you cut out all the hexagons, it just looks like chicken wire
I've taken this shot ...or versions of it... on every LFA I've ever met and I still can't get it to look quite like it does in my head. I think the best version is still the first one I took at the Festival of Speed all those years ago
Hard to believe these have been amongst us for over a decade now. Me and Ada were discussing the other day that lottery win question; if you win but not the jackpot and can only have one car; one that will do everything, what would it be? One we agreed on was that the GTR35 has to be a really strong contender
No fewer than four Deloreans turned up on the day, and surprisingly none of them done up as hovercars! I know they're rubbish in real terms but who doesn't love a DMC1 despite all the faults? Bet it makes you weep to get dents like these though. Not like you can pug over and paint!
I love the componentry on these high-dollar cars. The headlights are like jewels, rare and exotic alloy and crystal filigree cages to hold and control the lights of the Silmarils of Fëanor himself. For those Tolkein buffs in the audience. I also love how the Porsche ones are all efficiency and Teutonic brevity, the Ferrari equivalent are Latin flair and grace
If ever a photo illustrated why it's nigh-on impossible to get any decent pics at a day like this, it's this one. Here you can clearly see just how busy the place is, and how waiting for a parting of the masses pretty soon becomes old fast. Exactly why I tend to end up with loads of closeup detail shots and little else. Not that I'm suggesting for one minute the day should be for me and me alone and that everyone else should stay away, or at least recognise my awesomeness and stay the hell out of the way. Just sayin
Errrr... supercar? Really not. But somehow a bit of a breath of fresh air in amongst all the off-the-shelf ubiquity. Weird innit, on any normal day if you saw a McLaren pottering down the high street, it'd make you go a bit giddy. But here, you're grateful for a barryed-up 180SX with a ridiculous windscreen sticker. The least super of all the cars just glimpsed lurking in the background
And so we've pretty much come to an end to this most un-Retro Rides of days. And as my ol nan said, always end on a song. But all those shapes and colours have just got the psychedlic drone of Spacemen 3's Dreamweapon running round my head and I don't think anyone's in the mood for an entire album of "Alternative Sitar Music" so I'll have to end on a high instead
Now, this really was a breath of fresh air. Not just because it's proper barn door American-powered, Italian exotica with above-Ferrari provenance and straight from the selfish whim of a genuine nobleman, but also because the owner was the most down-to-earth guy imaginable and seemed slightly baffled as to what all the fuss was about. And unlike many owners who didn't want any of the proles within a ten-yard exclusion zone of their motors, he was perfectly happy to let the kids sit in his Grifo and quite content to chat indefinitely. Dude
Reminds me of Hinckley Classic Weekend a couple of years back when an old boy turned up in his tatty green Aston Martin DB5 with his shopping on the back seat and couldn’t really understand what all the fuss was about.
The Mopar Nationals is my yearly pilgrimage to the Pod with Eeyore... one year we will manage to get there in one of his American classics. Of which he has several but most are disassembled and spread all over the country in lockups and refinishers shops. And one of which is restored to better-than-showroom after a ten year labour of love but he won't drive it because it might get scratched and it overheats So Fiesta it was then.
Oh well, it's about what's there rather than how you get there (it's not but I'm being kind to Eeyore). Sadly, numbers at the Pod were definitely down on previous years. We've been saying that for several years now but this year it was really noticeable' the place was half empty. However, being the premier European meeting for Americana, that still meant plenty of stuff worth beaking at. So without further ado, and in no especial order, let's beak
This was for sale. I was looking at campers at the time (this was shortly before we bought The Beryl) and I had soooooo much want for this. I even went so far as to text Beth photos of it but never really got much further than "What about..." before getting a resounding "NO"
Love AMXs... not just because they're rare and from the underdog forgotten American manufacturer but because there's something almost European about their proportions. Or at least, there is until you realise that it's still an 'Murican-proportion car (Ie huge) but only carries two seats
Plenty of Nu Challengers then. Need more proper ones though, and here's one. One year only, the SE package on Challenger pretty much added nothing except a small rear window. Ummm, not sure why that was a selling point. Looks good though, dunnit?
Euuww. By the 70s, as ane fule kno, the muscle car era was on its knees coughing up blood. A few models bucked the trend by being awesome, like the Challenger ...although see the sad-face white '72 above to see where the styling was going. And that was the problem. It wasn't just the emissions and safety regs strangling stuff, it was almost as though all the design teams packed up their pencils in a massive sulk, and it'd be two decades and more before they came out to play again. Early 70s models show hints of the aesthetic horrors shortly to come, especially obvious on models like Charger that had been so beautiful not long before
There was a time when Daytona Chargers languished unsold in dealers, the paying public not buying into the outre styling. Dealers tore off the nosecones and wings and sold them as ordinary Charger 500s, a desecration we find astonishing now. But then, if they hadn't, they wouldn't be as rare as they are now, and people wouldn't build quality replicas like this one
Post by grumpynorthener on Jan 19, 2019 7:43:40 GMT
Nick - Thanks for posting the Goodwood pics 'Supercar Sunday' - makes me really appreciate my piles of tat that I drive and they can keep their so called new money market trending pearlescent candy light reactive carbon fibered playthings on wheels - that Grifo though now that I would make some room for in my collection
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