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What is a Classic Car? It’s a bit subjective really …
In 1969, on a Wednesday evening, I was sitting with a pal over Dinner and a bottle of White Burgundy. “It’s the French Grand Prix this week-end” he said. I said “O.K., let’s go”.
The next evening, Thursday, we caught the night ferry from Portsmouth. We arrived at Rheims at 09.30. “Let’s go further South” he said. I said "O.K."
We drove on: we stopped for lunch and an odd glass or two. We arrived at The Hotel du Cap, Antibes, just as the sun was going down. What a drive. What a car. What a trip. What an experience. I will never forget that drive.
We were in a Ferrari GTB 275 Long – Nose.
Now THAT was a classic car!
Geoff.
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