Trip up the hill

Normally I am happy to stand around and watch the other RRers hurtle up the hill climb track. The camper makes a great hauler and bed, but a rubbish hillclimber. This year I took the safety briefing and was tagged with a  wristband that enabled me to get passenger rides. The only thing to do was to blag a ride in something cool. A chance meeting with Seth and a chat to Frankenhealey, the owner of this monster V8 Healey that kicks out around 440hp!!!!!! lead to a possible chance of a ride. Sadly somebody else had been promised the last ride of the day, but if they didn't appear it was mine. I grabbed a hoody from the Camper so I had covered arms and headed back to the paddock. As I arrived the shark fronted classic was a couple of cars from the start line with an empty seat. I didn't need to be asked twice. It was amazing. The noise, the heat, the speed.

Saturday night at the bar

Normally at the Gathering we sit around the cars and drink what ever has been brought along. This year we decided to hike up the field and onto the site to Prescotts clubhouse for a cold one while looking out over the rolling countryside. This bunch of loons is the "bottom of the field under Steves gazebo gang"

Chilling at the Gathering

Its the weekend of the Retro Rides Gathering, a three day show of chilled camping, drinking, eating, talking twaddle and cars. Friday is set up day, with loads of people arriving and camps forming. Somebody has usually bought something amazing and automotive for everyone to gaze at. But all we had was Pollitts Oldsmobile. Stand to close and you'd need  a tetnus jab!