Yesterday we visited a classic car show, arriving early to nab a coffee and avoid the crowds. Most enjoyable it was too, strolling among cars of the past. Most of them from our past which was mildly disconcerting.
There were a few models we had owned ourselves such as an Austin A40 Farina, a scattering of Ford Escorts and some early Minis. A few our parents had owned such as an Austin Maxi and a VW Beetle. The Maxi was a surprise, being considerably bigger than we remembered. There were quite a few Jaguar E-Types but I don’t recall owning one of those. A Bond Bug too, haven’t seen one of those for years. Decades probably.
We noticed a distinction between cars intended for use on the roads and cars worked up into such a pristine state that one could never imagine them being taken on the road. Almost as if they had rolled straight off the production line. A little too close to museum pieces for my liking but the amount of work and attention to detail is impressive.
Part of the fun was trying to decide which car we’d go for if we had the choice. The owner of an Austin 7 invited me to sit in the driver’s seat so I did. Much smaller and more cramped than I expected so that is not one I’d go for if I had the choice. I wouldn’t bother with an E-Type either if money were no object. Not sure why.
When we returned to our own car we found an RSPCA leaflet tucked under the windscreen wiper. A reminder not to leave dogs in cars on hot days with lots of detail about the dire consequences we must all be familiar with anyway.
What is it with these people? We don’t have a dog and if we did we would never leave one in a parked car whatever the weather. To my mind it was akin to an accusation. Outfits such as the RSPCA seem to feel it is okay to push such sanctimonious, unsolicited and widely understood advice to complete strangers. The outcome in my case is that I would never give a single penny to the RSPCA. Not that I ever have.