It all started back in the mid sixties, when I was at school studying for my O levels. Threadbare old blazer, hair like James Taylor, a face full of acne and a copy of Car Craft hidden in my exercise book.
It wasn't long before I was a regular at Santa Pod, I used to do a spot of spannering with my late, lamented friend Paul Josey, who ran the supercharged nitro burning Triumph, Muskrat (DC122). It wasn't long before I was collecting my own "certificates of Speed" in various heavily modified machines.
Then came the sound of a blown and injected Hemi.
I knew then that my Allard engined Ford Pop was not enough, I needed a muscle car and the Plymouth Road Runner, in my mind, is a true muscle car.
This is the story of my 1970 Plymouth Road Runner 383 and how I hope to bring it back from being an extra in the Mad Max movie to what it was originally designed to be. A car that you could actually take your granny shopping in on Friday and rip up the strip at weekends.
Give me about twelve months and the red wreck should look something like this one!
Well, I haven't updated anything here in ages, because I've been having loads of fun driving it, so here's the old girl and me outside my office in Stony Stratford
Now then, it's about time I added some information on all the other automotive paraphernalia that is dotted about the extensive grounds, so over the coming months I'm going to include details of my Austin Seven...I like a contrast!
Plus all sorts of interesting stuff (or complete twaddle, depending on your point of view) on my Velocette MAC and Francis Barnett Snipe motor cycles, Jowett Javelins and my latest restoration project, a Sunbeam Alpine GT, series V that is in dire need of of TLC as it is intended to take Rosie and I all over Europe and we are fed up with all the grief and hassle of airports today, much as we love flying.
I suppose I could always do an aeroplane next, perhaps a Miles Magister, that would be nice