Saturday morning we drove out to the venue, it was an old airfield out near Bicester in Oxfordshire, lovely rural surroundings, The weather was fairly kind for early December, cold but dry. My son had decided to drive an old Porsche as he's thinking of trading down from his modern one; when we checked in it turned out that it was possible to drive other old classics, so I decided to have a go in an E-type Jaguar and a Ford Mustang GT350, two of the iconic cars from my youth. We had an induction where it was stressed that although we'd be out on the track together, there was to be no 'racing'. I just looked at my son, and his expression told me we were in for trouble.....
|Mad porsche driving son catching fast at the chicane|
|Laughing out loud at the ridiculously agile Caterham|