Something funny happened at lunchtime today and I thought I’d share it with you. I was taking my constitutional walk into Newport Pagnell and back when I stopped dead in my tracks, hands on hips, to watch this beautiful car drive past me in the direction of the town centre.
Now bearing in mind that Tickford Street (B526) is home to the Aston Martin works and there is a new and vintage car showroom on site, you might guess that it was an Aston that caught my attention…
…but it wasn’t, it was a modified sixties, 67 I think (single rectangular rear lights), Mustang GT Fastback in a shade of dark green (not unlike the Hornsea Heirloom mug on my desk in the office) with a thick black coach line down its flanks.
I saw it coming, stopped at the Ivy Close junction and watched it drive slowly by. Then I turned so my gaze could follow it into the distance. It was spotless and magnificent, at least to my eyes anyway.
Now regular readers will know that vintage cars are one of my “things”. If you are a regular, or even if you are not, you might be wondering what is amusing about me looking at a smart motor? And that would be a fair question.
Well, I was stood at the roadside with this big smile on my face watching a car when only a few yards ahead of me (and walking towards me) was this young (at least compared to me – late twenties I would guess), attractive, slim woman with blond hair wearing a fitted bright blue dress and black Rayban Wayfarers. The car and the woman together would have had serious calendar potential.
What was funny was that I hadn’t even noticed her. What was even funnier was that she had noticed that instead of ogling at her (which I am sure she would expect from more fellas than not) I was gazing longingly at a car. When the Mustang had gone by and I was facing the right direction again, she caught my eye and gave me an amused but friendly smile. We said “hello” and carried on our ways, me already thinking “I must be getting old” and her thinking, well God only knows what – “sad old duffer” probably.
I carried on walking and got to thinking that perhaps we could meet up again in the future. Maybe there is even potential for this coming weekend.
Because I am going to the American Automobile Club International (AACI) Summer Open Nationals at Kelmarsh Hall on Sunday. I’ll be taking my camera, if I see the Mustang there, I’ll take a photo of it and will share it with you next week.
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Now bearing in mind that Tickford Street (B526) is home to the Aston Martin works and there is a new and vintage car showroom on site, you might guess that it was an Aston that caught my attention…
…but it wasn’t, it was a modified sixties, 67 I think (single rectangular rear lights), Mustang GT Fastback in a shade of dark green (not unlike the Hornsea Heirloom mug on my desk in the office) with a thick black coach line down its flanks.
I saw it coming, stopped at the Ivy Close junction and watched it drive slowly by. Then I turned so my gaze could follow it into the distance. It was spotless and magnificent, at least to my eyes anyway.
Now regular readers will know that vintage cars are one of my “things”. If you are a regular, or even if you are not, you might be wondering what is amusing about me looking at a smart motor? And that would be a fair question.
Well, I was stood at the roadside with this big smile on my face watching a car when only a few yards ahead of me (and walking towards me) was this young (at least compared to me – late twenties I would guess), attractive, slim woman with blond hair wearing a fitted bright blue dress and black Rayban Wayfarers. The car and the woman together would have had serious calendar potential.
What was funny was that I hadn’t even noticed her. What was even funnier was that she had noticed that instead of ogling at her (which I am sure she would expect from more fellas than not) I was gazing longingly at a car. When the Mustang had gone by and I was facing the right direction again, she caught my eye and gave me an amused but friendly smile. We said “hello” and carried on our ways, me already thinking “I must be getting old” and her thinking, well God only knows what – “sad old duffer” probably.
I carried on walking and got to thinking that perhaps we could meet up again in the future. Maybe there is even potential for this coming weekend.
Because I am going to the American Automobile Club International (AACI) Summer Open Nationals at Kelmarsh Hall on Sunday. I’ll be taking my camera, if I see the Mustang there, I’ll take a photo of it and will share it with you next week.
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