Here we go again then. Another lockdown to try to suppress the virus. I managed quite a few days out this summer in my classics, but it doesn’t feel like this year has really counted.
However, I look at my cars, sitting there slightly underused, and I realise that, more than ever, my old motors represent something that is very important to anyone lucky enough to own their own wheels. They are freedom: more importantly they are also hope. I’m already thinking about the journeys I’ll take in them when the vaccine is rolled out. Rather than lifeless motors, my classics represent life after COVID-19. They are ready to go and, boy, so am I.
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