CONFESSIONS OF A… WINTER DRIVING ADDICT
James Walshe won’t stop driving. Ever!
As you’ll have gathered from editor Hopkins in his welcoming address (p3), we’re all keen winter classic users around here. To me, the thrill of skipping across a rain-soaked moor with the heater ablaze is as good as feeling a warm breeze, windows down, amid the blur of sun-baked drystone walls.
I lavish corrosion prevention treatment on all of my fleet and they get a good hosing-down after a winter drive. Last January, having driven my Citroën DS to Devon, a cranky-faced gent in a Passat ambled over to me in a layby and blasted me as irresponsible. ‘You shouldn’t drive a classic car on such a wintry day. The road is full of salt!’ he bellowed. ‘Nice to meet you, too’ I replied with a smile. He wasn’t deterred and carried on. ‘It should be under cover! I own a Triumph Stag and it doesn’t leave my garage between September and April!’
Numerous cruel retorts sprung to mind but I remained polite and explained that I will, in approximately 50 years’ time, mostly likely be dead.
Given the brief time we have on the planet, I reckon it’s madness not to indulge your passion at all times; and regardless of what anyone says, come rain or shine, I won’t be stopped.
No sunshine… no problem!