OK, no Speedsters, no Spyders, nothing air-cooled here.
Unless you count the fact I drove the Speedster through some nice Yolo County farmland on a crisp Spring morning to get there.
This is the major British car show in the area. The local club makes a point of it being a show, not some fancy Dan concours. The 100-point guys stay home. No one-off Jaguar works LeMans entries. No blower Bentleys.
But lots of the cars I remember real people owning and driving. An everyman's car show. Mostly the bangers and mash crowd, Governor. I like that some of these cars have been in the same families since they were new. A recently widowed woman told me her TR4 was the car her husband took her on their first date in.
It is interesting to consider, though, that these spindly-looking MG TC's and TD's were considered the hot ticket in sporting iron when Mr. Komenda had another idea for how sheet metal ought to be wrapped around a little four-banger.
I took some photos.
