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Goodwood...

Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about the Goodwood Festival of Speed. Do people in Europe know just how lucky they are for being so close that they could actually go to this event?
I mean we have great car events here in the States, but this is Goodwood. You can actually see the 1958 DB1 that Sir S. Moss and Carol Shelby drove to victory. And even better, you could meet the man himself, Sir S. Moss that is.

Yes, I do love my British cars even with the problems that they have. Lucas, Prince of darkness, is very smart and did great things with electricity, however, when it came to cars most of the time things went dark.

Lola, Cooper, lotus, Jaguar, Bentley, RR, AC, Allard, Healy, and so many more. I should have been born in a hole in England.

If you live in England and do not attend the Goodwood Festival of Speed, I will hunt you down and take your........well something important I'm sure.

I wonder if I could mail myself?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'll pay the postage . . .
10:48 PM
Bert said…
WHADDYA MEAN `WITH THE PROBLEMS THEY HAVE`????
3:57 AM
Bert said…
Kel, I'll send him back return of post.
4:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Perhaps frequent flyer miles? Or let the little penguin fly you there?

I have heard the tales of Bert and Someone and automobiles. Electical issues are not the only problems that my ancestors can have with automobiles.

DG Friend of Travel
3:01 PM
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