Prescott, near Cheltenham is one of those places where the eccentricity of the English is on full display and my goodness it takes many forms. I should explain. Prescott is the venue where over the course of a weekend in early August the Vintage Sports Car Club (think cheese-cutter caps, Tattersal check shirts, plum colour corduroys and well worn brogues) holds a hill climb for members owning suitable cars. The event is held at the hill owned since the 1930s by the Bugatti Owners Club, and as I have described before is in an idyllic setting. The paddock for the competing cars is an orchard and each small 'equipe' sets up base around the individual vehicles. Most devotees have been attending for donkeys years and choose to camp in the considerable acreage set aside for such an uncomfortable pastime. They are rewarded throughout the evening by impromptu jazz sessions, outdoor cinema shows and talk of cylinder heads, superchargers and magnetos. A sort of internal combustion Glastonbury. There's a fine mix of accents to be heard too, from the decidedly cut glass "phar phar phar" of the PSBs to the "eeh lads" of the bluff Yorkshiremen to the "well oyl be's" of the West Country farmers. This is a place where millionaires mix with mechanics and some are both. There's an overwhelming sense of appreciation of the way in which these arcane vehicles are put together and the skill and verve with which they are driven. People get as much satisfaction competing in a home-built Austin 7 special as a pristine Grand Prix Bugatti and the lack of sponsorship means that it's individual effort that counts. The car above captures perfectly the spirit of the event. It was built prewar by Basil Davenport and consists of an early GN cyclecar chassis with a powerful V twin Vitesse engine. As you can see it carries the scars of decades of competition and wears no front wheel brakes, its uncompromising aluminium bodywork carries the driver in the most narrow of seats. Despite its spindly and what might by some to be considered 'unkempt' looks, it still has a remarkable turn of speed and is capable of competing with far more modern machinery. It is the essence of the spirit of the pre-war amateur driver and constructor and will always be associate with that other mecca of speed hill climbing, Shelsley Walsh in Worcestershire.
If you decide to make the pilgrimage to Prescott don't forget to visit The Bugatti Trust as well. A superb facility tracing the design and production of Bugatti cars, but also the furniture of Carlo Bugatti and the sculpture of Rembrandt, Ettore's brother.
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My brother took me once to Prescott, centuries ago, in his drop-dead drop-head E type. He got so excited on the way back to Devonshire that he overdid it on a humpback bridge and took the exhaust system clean off. I learnt some new words that evening, I can tell you.
When I am pointlessly rich (or Queen which could be any day now)I am going to have a large shed full of beautiful motor cars and I will employ a person whose sole job will be to keep them lovely.
Fabulous Jon.
WH: What would your first purchase be for your large shed?
Well, assuming that I'd got a respectable set of immaculate 1960s domestic vehicles, it would have to be a 1930's Bugatti or an MGA (powder blue)
Thanks Mr A. Excellent question for WH who appears to have good taste (who'd have doubted it) in old motor cars. But what about you? I think you may have a penchant for British cars of the early 50s based upon their sensory appeal (leather interior, residual tobacco aroma, burnt oil etc.) but how about some pre-war beauties! Personally my vote goes for the French marques of Bugatti, Delage and Voisin to start with,
This is probably heretical in such august company, but I do tend to lean towards a 1970s Bristol. The burgundy one that Inspector Lynley drives on the telly would do me.
Yes me too...absolutely love 'em. Did you know that a Mr Tony Crook owned the company! Still alive and kicking in his 90's.
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