Another high profile outing, and this time one much closer to home. In fact, I have been looking forward to this show since last year, when I walked along to look at everything. Obviously being my closest car show, as soon as online registration was open I signed myself and my 360 up (although not for the concours, as my patience for immaculate cleaning is rather low—especially with a car I’d rather drive and not just look at). A whole day, looking at some absolute classics, alongside my modern-ish Ferrari: perfect!
This is the big one! One of those events that not only every Ferrari owner should attend, but every car enthusiast must attend, at least once. I’m a little disappointed to say that it will in fact be my first appearance at Goodwood FOS, but better late than never. And what better way to make my first entrance in a Ferrari 360. The tickets I had were for Thursday and Friday which (was actually rather nice as it gave me the weekend to cruise around and see some friends, it also) allowed me to experience the Moving Motor Show in addition to the famous hill climb.
With the second bank holiday of May upon us, and a nice shiny, repaired front bumper, I managed to score myself a table and parking space at the Sheesh restaurant, in Chilwell, for a supercar lunch. I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather do on a Sunday afternoon than miss the Monaco Grand Prix, but I would have to eat something and might as well do it in the company of like-driving people. (End of sarcasm.) The only thing that was causing me some concern was the football at Wembley, which might cause a lot of traffic, but I hoped this wouldn’t be an issue at around 11 o’clock. The North Circular was busy but free-flowing, and it all became worth it through the tunnels—drop a couple of gears, keep the speed steady, and let her roar!
After the misadventure of the previous weekend I was excited to once again get to drive my Ferrari (although I was a little apprehensive). Unlike the previous week, I arranged for someone from Slade’s Garage to collect me from Beaconsfield train station. I had also decided to take a slightly different route back to the Cotswolds, via the M40 and Oxford; partly because I had also arranged to meet a friend in Cirencester later that evening. The journey was uneventful until I had passed Oxford and was cruising along the A40. Unfortunately I failed to keep an eye on my fuel gauge, and all of a sudden I was down to a single bar and a warning light! It was time to start paying attention and find a Shell garage.