Name that tune

Reading Dickie Meaden (column, evo 288) talking about listening to cars and bikes in the distance on summer days reminds me of my childhood, in the back garden of my parents’ house on an evening, listening to machines being howled up the nearby Mary Panel straight (so called as apparently Mary Panel herself was hanged there for witchery…).

Today, living with my missus in our quiet village, she finds it odd that I can easily identify what kind of car is being thrashed out of the village and down the following mile straight just by its howl.

God bless the internal combustion engine. Things won’t be the same come the year 2040 or so.

Brad Johnson, Doncaster