Last year I bid for, and won, a trip in a vintage (veteran?) bullnose Morris. This was at the same auction of promises where I landed a year's supply of homemade cake (provided I made each cake last a month). In August, on a day when the sun actually shone, we were taken on a thirty mile ride in a gorgeous 1925 car (I got the date wrong before). We had lunch at Beale's Roses in Attleborough and enjoyed a journey on country lanes at a speed of no more than fifty miles per hour.
It was wonderful. We had the wind in our hair (those of us who weren't wearing hats). Jan made me promise not to publish the photo of her - she looks like she's being electrocuted! At 83 years old the car was more than twice the age of mine (but only just).
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