Planes, trains and automobiles

BEACONSFIELD ROAD, BRIGHTON

Sitting just above my head on the bookcase behind my desk are the rusty remains of a Mamod steam car that I’ve had since I was 10 or 11 years old. I can’t recall if it was a birthday or Christmas pres

The year is 1968. And if you’re a racing driver in the British Saloon Car Championship and your name’s not Frank Gardner, bad luck. You just lost. Because to be fast that year, only one thing would do

A bright day has dawned. My new Renault 5 longtermer has arrived – with the loudest paint (Pop Yellow) you’re ever likely to see. James Attwood, who went to the Bristol docks to collect the car a few

THE WAY WE WERE

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