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Classic Car Both Sides Of The Pond
Classic cars, car shows, and the stories behind them.
Welcome To The Classic Car Blog
Some cars don't just turn heads — they open doors. Here's how a 1973 Rover P5B Coupe led to an afternoon outside Moor Park Golf Club.
Blue-Black and Venom: A 1979 Corvette at Cars and Coffee
We’re here behind a 1979 Chevrolet Corvette, 1979. It was rebuilt in the early ’80s.
Autumn Maintenance
Preparing the car for the big show and carrying out maintenance before winter. Rover PB5 Classic Car
The Only One of Its Kind: Bob’s 1935 Studebaker Dictator
Every so often at a car show, you stop in front of something and simply stay there. Bob’s 1935 Studebaker Dictator did that to me.
Manteca Classic Car Show
Manteca Classic Car Show: A pink 1957 Thunderbird stole the limelight, and the lady who chose it tells the story herself.
Bullitt On Wheels
Bullitt, the movie, featured a 1968 Mustang GT Fastback, which Steve McQueen drove through the streets of San Francisco.
Eastcote Gardens Classic Car Show
While the Eastcote Gardens Classic Car Show is a small event, it will still feature some prestigious, much-loved classic cars.
Tucker 48: The Car That Tried to Change America
If you’ve ever wandered through Francis Ford Coppola Winery, you know it’s not just a place to sip Cabernet — it’s a curated world built by a storyteller. Costumes, props, memorabilia, and artifacts from Coppola’s films sit alongside the wine barrels like characters waiting for their cue. But among all the treasures, one object commands the room with the confidence of a star stepping into a spotlight: the Tucker 48. It’s long. It’s low. It’s impossibly sleek. And it carries a
Amersham Heritage Show
Our sincere thanks go to our main sponsor, Face Teeth Smile, and our supporting partners: Ashridge Home Care, Regus Amersham, Kinderzimmer UK, FitCrowd, and Amersham & Chiltern Gas and Heating. Now I know this is a classic car blog, so please bear with me. I’m just setting the scene for my American friends. I’ll get to the cars shortly. This show has been in my diary for a long time. I’ve always enjoyed the day, but the thought of rain in early September keeps me on tenterhoo
Guest Blogger - Darrel Boyd
It Is Just A Car - Right? A story about good intentions, neglect, and love. Darrel Boyd Who Is Darrel Boyd? Every so often on Substack you come across someone whose writing you'd have sought out anyway, quite apart from any subject it happens to land on. Darrel Boyd is one of those people for me. We found each other the way most good things happen on this platform, not by design, just by two people writing honestly and somebody noticing. Darrel became a subscriber to my own
Identify The Classic Car
Londoners Won't Have Any Trouble Clue: I never drove one, but rode one every day as a teenager in London. Answer: September 4 Here it is: The Metropolitan The Metropolitan: Shrunk in the Wash \ Some cars make you feel like a hero, cars that make you feel like a banker, and one car that makes you feel like you’ve been shrunk in the wash. That car is the Metropolitan, and I love it without reservation. Consider the recipe. In the early 1950s, Nash of Kenosha, Wisconsin, looked
Reader Rides
Every classic has a story, and yours belongs here. Reader Rides is where you take the wheel: send a photo of your pride and joy, along with a few words about how you found each other, what's been fixed (and what still rattles), and why it matters to you. No concours-level polish required, just the honest, slightly oily truth. The best submissions get featured right here on the blog. One car per submission, please. Include at least one clear photo (the more, the better). Tell
The Gerrards Cross Classic Car Show
— Cravats, Cake, and a Steam Car Surprise Read down the page for why this pic is here! August 19 Yes indeed, today marks the 18th Gerrards Cross Classic Car Show—an event where everything is done prim and proper, old chap. I’ve got my cravat, my hamper, and my silver cutlery at the ready. Gerrards Cross, after all, is quite the well‑to‑do area, and this mid‑week gathering can easily attract a hundred high‑end classics if the weat
A Day at Sonoma Raceway
Watching Vintage Racers From a Bygone Era Some days you go to a car show. Some days the show goes eighty miles an hour down a quarter mile of tarmac in front of you, and you just try to keep the camera steady. Sonoma Raceway sits about thirty miles north of the city, out past the vineyards, and on the day I went it wasn't NASCAR or the dragsters getting the run of the strip — it was the old guard. A parade lap of vintage racers, lined up nose to tail along the wall like they
A Weekend Of High Hopes
Another venture into buying the classic car I've learned cash is king Well, of course I’ve been looking. I’m always looking. Something had caught my eye. It looked too good to be true, and you know what they say. Well, it was worth a look, and after a brief chat with the owner, I was heading south to see it in the flesh. An hour-plus drive quickly turned into two and a half hours, maybe a little more. I
Rally of the Giants
The 60th-anniversary Rally of the Giants classic American car show Written by Rascal Philip (Editor) Hey friends, I’ve been looking forward to this particular show for months, featuring all-American classic cars, trucks and bikes. Rally of the Giants is celebrating its 60th anniversary, so lots of sparkle and celebration are evident. Whoooo Yaaaa! After looking around, I managed to find a huge Stetson hat, but when I arrived at Mark’s home, I'd left the damn thing at home. D
Classic Cars On The Thames
Preparation for Sunday’s show at Runnymede starts today, Thursday I’ll clean the wheels, blacken the tyres, freshen up the whitewall stripes with a little brake cleaner, then give the chrome rims a polish. The threat of rain is looming for the weekend. It could finally bring an end to this long and exhausting heatwave. As keen gardeners, my wife and I are thoroughly fed up with filling watering cans now that a hosepipe ban has been imposed. (Nudge, nudge... wink, wink.) The c
Celebrating Cars and Camaraderie: A Weekend with the Rascals
After a heavy night celebrating with friends, I woke up to the aftermath of the World Cup match between England and France. I had missed the end of the game, but victory was still ours, so I didn’t mind too much. However, the thought of getting up early for a morning car meet wasn’t high on my wish list. My car was filthy. We’re still in the middle of a heat wave here in the UK, and mine was covered in enough dirt and hot-blown dust to write “wash me” on the bonnet. It’s neve
The Cars We Can't Let Go
We've all seen them. We've all questioned them. Most of us still don't understand them. That neglected car, once polished and maintained like a silver cutlery set, now slowly turning to dust in the English weather. Until you've owned a car for a long stretch of your life, it's hard to understand the ties that form. The memories begin to outweigh the value, and the once cherished pride and joy sits abandoned at the end of a drive.It might have flat, cracked rubber boots at eac
It's Coming Home (Allegedly): A Grown Man, a Vintage Rover, and a Deeply Unnecessary Amount of Bunting
Thought I'd take the car out tonight, purely as a public service, to add to the excitement ahead of the game. It's been stifling hot, the kind of heat where the tarmac looks like it's considering giving up entirely, and every flag in a three-mile radius is fluttering like it's personally invested in the result. As usual, the car gets its share of toots and waves. I'd love to say they're all for the car. They are not. They are for the enormous St George's cross flapping above
Thanks for dropping by, always good to see you, my friends.
Philip & Harry
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