Well, we did it.
The Gilbern cornered with Ferraris and Lamborghinis, cruised with Bentleys and Jaguar XK 120’s and even beat the odd Porsche or two to the Check-In points.
All great fun apart from my setting myself alight with a rogue fag-end, a car park barrier or two nearly taking our heads off and a few slippery skids to remind us that we were only human after all.
We managed to finish the 2000 odd mile MSA Euro Classic Rally round trip in good order, if slightly exhausted, with the Welsh flag flying in all its glory right up to the doors of a swanky Luxembourg hotel.
France, Belgium, Germany all had a say on the Welsh national colours, although it must be said that Wellington’s ‘Close run thing’ at Waterloo would have been no run thing at all if he’d been waiting for some Welshy boyos to turn up – it took us four hours to find the battlefield and we were only five miles away from it.
So much for Ruck the Navigator!
Dr E L Antony drove and drove with Tom Jones and Shirley Bassey egging him on all the way – we had a domestic or two about these two Welsh stars, I’m more a Puccini and Bonnie Tyler man myself what with being a Swansea Jack, the good doctor is from Pontypridd, so say no more!
He drove like a good ‘un, I just got us lost, but the Gilbern didn’t break down once (much to my surprise!),which is more than can be said for some of the more ferocious and in your face classic jobs.
The highlights of the Rally? Strong beer and bars that didn’t throw you out for having a fag, at least in my view anyway. One noticeable feature of the Rally was the fact that there appeared to be no female classic car owners. A few wives and girlfriends riding shotgun but that was it. Obviously, such activity is beyond the whip of feminist outrage – for now anyway, but who knows?
All in all, we lived a Top Gear dream for a week. The Welsh Gilbern was a credit to Wales and both car and driver are to be congratulated for flying the flag with such determination and panache.
Like I say, we did it!