I was in Hobart this weekend officiating at our local Concours d'Elegance, despite coming second in my class to a "dirty old tin top "MG ZT in totally immaculate condition (he deserved to win and anyway I beat the other F's TF's entered) I had a great time and even ended up, to my shock coming away with the Clubman trophy and a couple of creditable thirds in competition.
The however fun really begins as I was driving home, I was about half way there, two thirds of the way up a long winding hill when I came across six soft tops parked on the verge, two with bonnets open and ****ing steam. I pulled over (as you do) and discovered they were members of an MX-5 club from the mainland who were touring the state. Of the two non operational cars #1. Had no water and so much mayo on the oil filler cap and dip stick that it doesn't take a genius to workout what has happened there, and #2. had a crack in the block you could drive the QEII through.
I helped them get the cars towed to Launceston and assisted with tips for accommodation etc, but some how I don't think they appreciated my parting comment. "I know where there are a couple of F's for sale if you want something a bit quicker and more reliable" I was still ****ing myself laughing 100km later.
Craig
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