Because Lucas makes all the refrigerators! For those of you that didn’t get that (all but 3 of you) I apologize, but this post is all about British cars, and the little car show we went to in Castleton.
Due to a mix-up in scheduling, our hostess was not yet ready for us when we arrived, so we took the opportunity to explore the town of Castleton. We decided to stop in for dinner at Ye Olde Chesshire Cheese. We were thrilled to find something we hadn’t seen since California: local micro-brews! And not just any micro-brews: hand-pulled from a wooden cask. Kayt and I couldn’t resist sampling a couple each, after some recommendations from the bartender. For dinner, I had the fish and chips with mushy peas (the refried beans of England). Kayt had a regional specialty, a Yorkshire pie. Essentially, it’s sausages, vegetables and onion gravy served in a Yorkshire pudding, which is basically a bread bowl. After dinner we were able to get settled at the Causeway House, where our lovely hostess, Janet, insisted on taking us to the local car show. I did not need to be asked twice. The event was hosted in a field adjacent to a nearby pub (shocking) and included everything from former rally cars to beat up Defenders to a Ferrari Testarossa. My favorites include the gorgeous Triumph TR3 pictured above. It reminds me of the TR4 my dad used to work on with me and take me for rides in, on the rare occasion that it ran. American cars were well-represented, including a ‘68 Mustang convertible and a ‘58 Chevy Bel-Air, which looked enormous next to the teeny English cars. There were even a couple Shelby Cobra replicas, one powered by, of all things, a Rover V8 and the other a Chevy small block (blasphemy!) At the end of the night, the British have a tradition I hadn’t seen in the States – watching all the cars leave, cheering appropriately for burnouts. It was great to see and hear all of these cars in action, especially the air-cooled flat-six of a vintage Porsche racer. Once things had calmed down, we enjoyed a nice evening stroll back to town, and lay down for a very restful night.
You gotta love both the British bikes with puddles of oil under each engine – - -
Q: Why aren’t the british bigger in the computer industry?
A: they can’t figure out how to make a microchip leak oil