Hmmm, might be a tiny bit tough to follow that one...
It'll have to be a quick whistlestop of the oddments left in my Photobucket then to tidy things up. How about a rather nice Jaaaaaaaaaag?
Proving Viper Stripes do work on almost anything lol. Y'know, we've careered all over the world in automotive style during this thread, but like so many of my reports there's a lack of anything from Ze Germans. I can;t help it, it's my fault as much as anything, but they just don't make cars that move me (I had a MkI Golf once, and that rarely worked well enough to move me either). But I think I might have finally found a BMW that speaks to me in a voice of angels
I'll content myself with thinking of it as a Frazer-Nash, who manufactured their own cars long before they became BMW importer and even longer before they became Porsche importer.
Nahhh, only kidding, it's downright gorgeous!
I suppose the squashed beetle enthusiasts will be clamouring now, so just for you, here's the chubby bum of one of Hitler's favourite sportscars
A little respect now, if you will. You might never heard of them, but Alta used to be a British great white hope pre-war in the days of small-volume entrepeneurs developing their own grand prix cars
So now you know, it can wear its patina of age with pride lol
Speaking of respect, you have to respect anyone who takes their Bentley Arnage out to waft along the drag strip in airconditioned turbocharged woodpanelled seven litre glory
I guess this is a bit like bringing a ballerina to a line-dance, but however far from its metier this Alpine is, it still looks wonderful
and this is a bit like bringing a bare-knuckle boxer to a ballet;
This 7.5 litre Allard J2 has been timed at a genuine 197 mph. The owner lists his occupation as "pensioner". Fantastic. Ugly as sin, GSOH, stupidly fast. Only in Britain
One of the defining images of the day;
And speaking of Great British eccentricities, here's another, the predeliction for taking hugely inappropriate engines and wedging them into tiny cars
This is apparently a Cirrus Special. I presume the Cirrus refers to the engine, which would appear to be derived from a Cirrus aeroplane engine!
I've absolutely no idea what the poor little car it's wedged almost into was, but you'd have to say the engine is barely "in", hanging out all over the place
carbs on the outside, too
and even quite a large amount of it seems to intrude into the cockpit as well! Bellhousing footrest, anyone? Gotta love any car with a steering wheel wider than the bodywork!
And on this final piece of glorious madness, we're done. It might not have the massive presence of the Napier Bentley, or the sheer organ-rearranging speed of the Railton, or the beautiful fit and finish of the Handlye Rolls, but someone cared enough about their vision to wedge this aircraft engine into their car, and that marvellous dancing on the cusp between insanity and glory is what made this nation of eccentric genius heroes as wonderful and diverse as it is, and for that alone I'd say this is a properly fitting end to my humble tale
So, I wend my way up the hill to the station and another day's work in the horrific drudgery of driving trains, forcing a way in the heat through the hordes of fat, orange sunscreen-scented proles who were blundering around bucolically looking for the latest styles in chic Brighton boutiques (or Primark). Never knowing the motoring nirvana taking place just a few hundred yards from their swealtering carcasses, I left them to ravenously pursue their tedious lives sinking into the mire of utter averageness. But my day was good, my day was different. For that brief sundrenched morning I'd seen behind that thin curtain into something better, something with heritage and passion and fire in its belly, and it would keep me and help me through the night to come. And now you know, too...
That's it, I'm spent. Thanks for looking in as always. Now go
away