The perfect Sunday
I always find that a good barometer of how good a car show is going to be is the feeling you get when you’re a couple of miles away, driving in.
Bear with me here. With some shows, you’re fruitlessly scanning the horizon looking for a glimpse of a classic car to follow, to reassure you that the show hasn’t been cancelled, that it’s going to be a good ’un.
Driving to my first Sunday Scramble at Bicester Heritage, I knew this would be an epic show. The roads were jammed with classics from every era and persuasion, while a couple of biplanes buzzed low overhead in close formation. All shows should welcome you in like this!
Once inside, the event was like an Aladdin’s cave of delights; amazing cars strewn everywhere across the (pretty big) site, seemingly with no structure or reason to their placement other than ‘it’s cool, come and have a look’.
My favorite part was the chance to peek inside the workshops, which were proper little timewarps complete with period signage, tools and other odds and sods.
Have a gander…
A bike?!? Shit, how did this get here?
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