Welcome
Welcome Phil’s smitten by the idea of driving with a force-ten gale in the cabin, as long he doesn’t get sent to jail for it Anew day beckons and the early sun promises warmth and vivid colours ahead. It’s a day to drive – breakfast club or pub, office or historic race weekend, doesn’t matter. Twist the key. Churn, chatter, broooom. Tyres crunch grit as they roll out on to driveway. Windscreen clips plucked, roof heaved back. Breathe, warm air laced with floral scent and unburnt fuel. Drive, the world rushing on, sweeping around the windscreen to welcome you in. There’s something elemental about driving an open car that heightens every sensation. By classic standards £10,000 is a modest sum these days, but it’s enough to drop you into the…