Classless cars that say nothing about you? Is there any? Were there ever any?

[Split_Pin]

I'm not so sure I like the folding chair brigade either. They're usually cliques and are terrible car snobs, exactly the sort that turn their noses up at anything made after 1960.

I'm done with car-related socialising and I think the best car people are non-car people who look after their possessions.

[LynehamHerc]

We have car clubs meet regularly at a hotel near here, Alvis, Figaro et.al.. They invariably look like the people I'd actively avoid if I came across them socially, excluding Guest of course, the exception who proves the rule.

Maybe that says more about me than them but pfft.

[Drum]

I put them in a different category. This particular class spend the day hitching up their elasticated trousers and booming loudly about the amount of money each successively ruinous bolt-on "improvement" has cost them and how long it took to fit. When that conversation runs out talk inevitably turns to the Mk2 Escort they sold for a huge profit. They invariably later produce a Lidl gas stove and proceed to fry the most foul-smelling hotdogs before marking their territory with dropped tissues and bun ends.

The folding chair brigade are usually different and epitomised in my memory by the MG owners who turned up at a country fair just before lockdown.
There was a band playing in the verandah of the cricket pavilion, all sorts of stuff going on, lovely weather. A great day. This lot turned up in convoy, assembled various vertical banners, green chairs, set to with the Autoglym and spent the entire day facing the cricket pitch where nothing was happening until 4pm precisely when they packed everything up carefully and drove off in a cloud of over-rich exhaust fumes. There were still two more bands to play and a hog roast......Next day they arrrived again at 8.59 and repeated the whole Saturday palava.

Great imagery Merc. Do you still write for a mag?

[mercrocker]

Now and again but no regular column....