I took my camera to record the family event for posterity - but returned home (in my now seemingly soulless Honda) with a memory card stuffed full of classic cars instead. Now - I have to point out that I'm in no way a petrol head - but those cars (and there were plenty of em) were just beautiful.
Personal highlights were a slew of 60's and 70's pony/muscle cars that still ricochet around my early childhood memories like battered matchbox minatures off chipped gloss skirting boards. In particular a sweet white 1967 Chevrolet Camaro was just begging to be stuffed under my jumper and smuggled past the attending staff.
And when I saw their jet black 1980 Lotus Esprit Turbo (anti-aircraft missiles optional)...
...(recovers) anyway - look go see!
