Research shows that car people have a few things in common, and no it’s not just their dislike of the Prius. 1. Your neighbours ask if you’re a mechanic. Nope. I just spend my time lying underneath my car in a puddle on my driveway because I love it. 2.
Enticed out of bed by the prospect of wheelspins, patina and the smell of uncatylised fuel on a sunny, August, Sunday morning we headed on down to Shelsley Walsh, home of the hill climb. We had met up with friends the evening before for the infamous “Tat Auction” ahead of
In my early teens my Dad had a white MK2 Golf GTi. We worked on the car together maintaining and upgrading various parts. It was a great little car, many a family trip out thrashing round the country roads of Kent. Since that car I always wanted my own. Eventually