Chorlton born, semi-retired and still allergic to spending a Saturday indoors. Between whisky tastings and vinyl digging I've spent thirty-odd years gawping at other people's motors outside pubs and car parks round Manchester, and this is the lot I'd actually hand over cash for. No Ferraris, no nonsense — just proper metal that made this rainy corner of the country feel a bit special. Tatton Park's classic car do every summer still gets me every time.
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