Apart from reading the brass plaques, counting wheels and realising that the horse had deliberately been left in the stable, how do you tell your De Dion Bouton from your Sunbeam without some real car knowledge?
The quest for understanding meant that the 8am blat to Handcross in Sussex was well attended by 10 or so ReHab'ers (you know, the Reading & Hampshire 7 clubbists), the damp and mist being no barrier to our education.There'd be sausages and coffee too (with a donation to Leukaemia Research) and an estimated 100 or so 7's were expected to pitch up to the layby on the A23... maybe these were the real reasons to catch this traditional end of season event!?
The race boots having absorbed worm cast and attendant moisture from the wet grass, made the sun that broke through very welcome and, from way off, it picked out the array of brasswork that was rolling down the A23 towards Brighton. How curly the horns and how furry the coats in the parade of back to front, tiller steered,wheezing devices mixing with the cyclists, euroboxes and the welcoming audience of 7eveners! There was a lot of 'toot toot'!
Old Timer ... get me some of those headlamps!
Great morning out supporting a good cause on this historic event.The roads were dry for the solo blat back, I took the long way...and then ran out of petrol. Arse. I realised the race boots had dried out though after a couple of miles with can in hand.
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