They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[Sir C]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

[Ash]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

I miss the scream of the V10s. These V6 hybrids sound like lawnmowers, and are too difficult and expensive to make competitive and reliable. Only Mercedes at Brixworth have been any good at them.

[Burney]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

It's a load of old balls. I love it when governments set environmental targets when they know that some other poor sod in 20 years' time will be the one who has to explain why they haven't been met.

[Sir C]

I miss the scream of the V10s. These V6 hybrids sound like lawnmowers, and are too difficult and expensive to make competitive and reliable. Only Mercedes at Brixworth have been any good at them.

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

[Sir C]

It's a load of old balls. I love it when governments set environmental targets when they know that some other poor sod in 20 years' time will be the one who has to explain why they haven't been met.

8 years ago today we were at Le Manoir. Good timez.

[Burney]

8 years ago today we were at Le Manoir. Good timez.

Lord, is that all? For some reason it feels like much, much longer ago than that.

Happy anniversary. :-) I assume the glw has lavished you with gifts?

[Burney]

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

[Sir C]

Lord, is that all? For some reason it feels like much, much longer ago than that.

Happy anniversary. :-) I assume the glw has lavished you with gifts?

Doing all that later. Dinner at The Wolseley and overnight in town. Perhaps a post-prandial cocktail or two? You know the drill.

Tomorrow's going to hurt, isn't it?

[Sir C]

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

[Burney]

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

I reckon it's all this porn they have now. They're wánking away their substance if you ask me.

By the way, thank you for forcing me to consider both your wrinkly sac AND the nature of your ejaculate in a single sentence. :-(

[Monty92]

Doing all that later. Dinner at The Wolseley and overnight in town. Perhaps a post-prandial cocktail or two? You know the drill.

Tomorrow's going to hurt, isn't it?

The Wolseley? Man, you've really got your finger on the pulse of London's restaurant scene.

[Burney]

Doing all that later. Dinner at The Wolseley and overnight in town. Perhaps a post-prandial cocktail or two? You know the drill.

Tomorrow's going to hurt, isn't it?

So, a faceful of red wine followed by the unwise consumption of mixtures of raw alcohol until the wee hours? Can't see how that could hurt.

Talking of red wine, I joined the Wine Society recently. They're very good.

[Pokster]

and the creamy smooth burr of the V12. These things are a human right, granted by God in his infinite mercy.

Straight 4s they can have.

There must be a resistance movement.

You'll be dead by 2040 so don't worry

[Pokster]

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

I blame Ears.... buying those quick electric cars

[Sir C]

The Wolseley? Man, you've really got your finger on the pulse of London's restaurant scene.

I'll kill you, you snide little ****.

It's an old favourite. We have a tradition of celebrating there. Get to my age and you enjoy the familiar.

[Burney]

I blame Ears.... buying those quick electric cars

They're bloody odd to drive. Instant torque and consequently ridiculous acceleration from a standing start with virtually no noise is a very strange feeling indeed. Unsettling.

[Sir C]

You'll be dead by 2040 so don't worry

I have little doubt of it, but I worry about the world we leave behind. Will no one think of the children?

[Sir C]

So, a faceful of red wine followed by the unwise consumption of mixtures of raw alcohol until the wee hours? Can't see how that could hurt.

Talking of red wine, I joined the Wine Society recently. They're very good.

I've taken to seeking out 12% stuff for daily swilling. Those 14.5% clarets were killing me.

[redgunamo]

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

There you are then. Hence the increased importance given to the size of one's engine.

After all, if your cock works properly, who cares about cars. Grrr.

[Burney]

I've taken to seeking out 12% stuff for daily swilling. Those 14.5% clarets were killing me.

Yes. Actually, I found a rather nice 11% Gamay which was very nice drunk chilled during the hotter evenings. A chap virtually sprang out of bed the next morning.

My current weapon of choice is - of all things - a Moldovan Cabernet of a mere 13%.

[Sir C]

Yes. Actually, I found a rather nice 11% Gamay which was very nice drunk chilled during the hotter evenings. A chap virtually sprang out of bed the next morning.

My current weapon of choice is - of all things - a Moldovan Cabernet of a mere 13%.

Ocado have had a perfectly quaffable Argentinian Malbec on offer at 12% and £6.95 for months. I have bought rather a lot of it :-(

[Burney]

There you are then. Hence the increased importance given to the size of one's engine.

After all, if your cock works properly, who cares about cars. Grrr.

Which begs the question what you drive, young r?

[IUFG]

Instant torque and consequently ridiculous acceleration from a standing start

brilliant, innit.

[redgunamo]

Which begs the question what you drive, young r?

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

[Burney]

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter? :-(

[redgunamo]

so to speak, that it has produced many strong, honest sons so the size and weight, or whatever it is, of its torque needs little or no further embellishment with fancy foppery and those silly pop-up wing mirrors and those ridiculous lie-down seats.



Right? And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter? :-(

[Herbette Chapman - aged 15]

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

The straight 4, that you seem to disdain, is called by we of the two wheeled persuasion the inline 4 and is the beast at the heart of the legendary Honda Fireblade c. This bike does not rev, it viciously crackles.

Of course when the IC engine first came along blokes started blubbing about steam.

[redgunamo]

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter? :-(

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

[Ash]

Of course when the IC engine first came along blokes started blubbing about steam.

Steam was marvellous, though. An elegant, romantic ballet of technology. And noisy and dirty, of course.

[Burney]

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

[Ash]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

[Sir C]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

[Burney]

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

Thank you, Mr Toad.

[Burney]

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

Also, may I suggest you don't repeat this sentiment to your good lady wife on the occasion of your anniversary? She might not consider it wholly complimentary. :-)

[Sir C]

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

[Sir C]

Also, may I suggest you don't repeat this sentiment to your good lady wife on the occasion of your anniversary? She might not consider it wholly complimentary. :-)

Oh she knows, she knows. :nod:

[Burney]

Oh she knows, she knows. :nod:

Oh. The poor girl. So that's her behind cars and aeroplanes, is it? :-(

[Sir C]

Oh. The poor girl. So that's her behind cars and aeroplanes, is it? :-(

Only vastly overpowered ones. I'm not a complete animal.

[Burney]

Only vastly overpowered ones. I'm not a complete animal.

I see. I shall forbear from further questioning.

I'm thinking I might try one of Mr Gregg's inestimable sausage rolls this lunchtime. I think it's the dreariness of the day that's driving this craving.

[Sir C]

I see. I shall forbear from further questioning.

I'm thinking I might try one of Mr Gregg's inestimable sausage rolls this lunchtime. I think it's the dreariness of the day that's driving this craving.

I advise the addition of a cheese and onion slice to this order. One may as well do the job properly.

[Burney]

I advise the addition of a cheese and onion slice to this order. One may as well do the job properly.

Does self-loathing not kick in as one addresses the second pastry-clad item, though? :-(

[Sir C]

Does self-loathing not kick in as one addresses the second pastry-clad item, though? :-(

The self-loathing will be easily defeated by the lure of the dripping grease.

Upon which subject I confess to having just eaten 6 rashers of bacon with bread fried in the grease thereof. :-(

[Burney]

The self-loathing will be easily defeated by the lure of the dripping grease.

Upon which subject I confess to having just eaten 6 rashers of bacon with bread fried in the grease thereof. :-(

Fried bread. I haven't had fried bread in decades.

[Sir C]

The straight 4, that you seem to disdain, is called by we of the two wheeled persuasion the inline 4 and is the beast at the heart of the legendary Honda Fireblade c. This bike does not rev, it viciously crackles.

Of course when the IC engine first came along blokes started blubbing about steam.

I owned an aeroplane with a 9 cylinder radial. Now that was quite an engine. 10 litres, supercharged, 420 bhp :cloud9:

[Ash]

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

:thumbup: Sounds good. I've noticed that the single-seaters with wings don't need to use all the curb at the bottom of Paddock Hill with their extra grip. You should buy yourself an old Formula Ford, there are thousands of them knocking about.

[Sir C]

:thumbup: Sounds good. I've noticed that the single-seaters with wings don't need to use all the curb at the bottom of Paddock Hill with their extra grip. You should buy yourself an old Formula Ford, there are thousands of them knocking about.

My little Caterham suits me perfectly, to be fair. It's never going to go fast enough to be really scary, and at the end of the day I can drive it home.

[Ash]

Fried bread. I haven't had fried bread in decades.

They call it fried slice these days to try and distract the user from the fact that they are actually eating fried bread.

[Sir C]

They call it fried slice these days to try and distract the user from the fact that they are actually eating fried bread.

Oh God I love fried bread :-(

[Ash]

My little Caterham suits me perfectly, to be fair. It's never going to go fast enough to be really scary, and at the end of the day I can drive it home.

The last two times I went to Brands for the historics (they call it the Super Prix, I think) there was a row of Sevens parked outside the Kentagon, including the odd old Lotus, and usually one in the McGoohan livery.

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[Herbette Chapman - aged 15]

And noisy and dirty, of course.

Just like your mum (bit of a delayed tap-in Ash - had to go and do some work).