Simon RP came as my co pilot and we had a good turn out: Pete, Paul, Simon, The Other Spider Bloke, John and I. It all sounded very good - the roads were to be closed once we were in and ready to display. It did happen, but we were in the High Street with a billion MGs behind. It was damned cold up there - a wind tunnel, although the bacon sarnie shop helped!
Round the corner in the sunny bit of the "square" were the old Austins and Mercs etc. Nice cars in the best spot. Where we were, there was no place to sit, chat, talk to the punters, just freeze to death and stand around. Simon and I bailed out erly, just when some arsey old cow in a wheel chair whined about me parking over a kerb ramp, where the marshals had put me, about 10 yards from another kerb ramp. I shall not be doing this one again.
Oh, and the car? Ran rubbish as usual, missing 2 cylinders again, running very hot. One step forward, two steps backwards.