Cruising along the A174 in our 1937 MGTA I noticed a black dot in the mirror, rapidy getting bigger. Very soon there was a roar as a C Type Jaguar went past us like we were stood still. We thought he must be heading to the Saltburn Historic Motor Gathering and we were right.
This event is a non competitive hillclimb on a closed road, expertly organised by the Middlesbrough and District Motor Club.
The road is closed and the car park comandeered for a paddock and holding area. Runs start just outside the car park entrance and each car or bike runs up the hill to a holding area at the top. One vehicle at a time on the way up, and a convoy under the control of marshals brings them back down again. Great fun. Things didn't go as smoothly as last year because of an oil spillage from one car and a breakdown with another. These happenings held the day up and it was tight for time at the end. Everybody got four runs at the hill.
The road is closed and the car park comandeered for a paddock and holding area. Runs start just outside the car park entrance and each car or bike runs up the hill to a holding area at the top. One vehicle at a time on the way up, and a convoy under the control of marshals brings them back down again. Great fun. Things didn't go as smoothly as last year because of an oil spillage from one car and a breakdown with another. These happenings held the day up and it was tight for time at the end. Everybody got four runs at the hill.
As well as the driving, this is a great social event.
There weren't as many vehicles there as last year. Quite a few had entered but not turned up. Maybe it was the weather forecast which wasn't good. Thankfully the rain mainly held off with only a very light shower in the afternoon.
Some great cars and bikes and the sounds and smells were out of this world.
Some great cars and bikes and the sounds and smells were out of this world.
The event finished just after 4 o clock so we wandered along the front for fish & chips before setting off for home. The rain came and it was a damp ride home. I ended up with a wet right knee where water had entered round the front edge of the door. Never happened before.
Once again the lads & lasses of the motor club had done us proud.
Once again the lads & lasses of the motor club had done us proud.
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