03-12-2021, 08:25 AM
A life-long Austin Seven enthusiast died and went to Heaven. St. Peter greeted him at the pearly gates with a cheery Hello old boy - and offered to show him around.
"Over there are fully equipped workshops with unlimited supplies of just about everything you'll need. On this side are scrapyards dating from the 1920s to the 1950s which have hardly been touched and are open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. On the far side is a test track and a hillclimb, with some trials grounds behind that, and now let's go indoors to meet the other 'motoring types' as we call them up here. This is the Clubhouse complete with archives, library, and and bar and dining room.'
It was buzzing with activity, lots of chaps in tweeds with pints in their hands all chatting together about their particular cars, their merits and faults, and generally having a wonderful time.
In one corner was a huddle of blokes all facing away from the others, occasionally looking over their shoulders at the busy throng, muttering and generally being somewhat aloof.
" What's going on here?" asked the new chap. " Oh, don't worry about them." replied St. Peter "They're the Rolls Royce owners, they think they are the only ones up here..."
(With apologies to Rolls Royce owners - the make quoted is inter-changeable - to suit your dinner guest!)
"Over there are fully equipped workshops with unlimited supplies of just about everything you'll need. On this side are scrapyards dating from the 1920s to the 1950s which have hardly been touched and are open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. On the far side is a test track and a hillclimb, with some trials grounds behind that, and now let's go indoors to meet the other 'motoring types' as we call them up here. This is the Clubhouse complete with archives, library, and and bar and dining room.'
It was buzzing with activity, lots of chaps in tweeds with pints in their hands all chatting together about their particular cars, their merits and faults, and generally having a wonderful time.
In one corner was a huddle of blokes all facing away from the others, occasionally looking over their shoulders at the busy throng, muttering and generally being somewhat aloof.
" What's going on here?" asked the new chap. " Oh, don't worry about them." replied St. Peter "They're the Rolls Royce owners, they think they are the only ones up here..."
(With apologies to Rolls Royce owners - the make quoted is inter-changeable - to suit your dinner guest!)
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