On the way there we were alarmed by clouds of smoke coming from under the dash. It's a good job we were topless as the car would have been unbearable with the top up. I found somewhere safe to pull over and investigate. The smoke didn't smell like burnt wiring so I decided to look under the bonnet. I saw that the engine was covered in oil and the cause was in plain sight. Somebody had topped up the oil before we set off and hadn't put the oil filler cap back on. I wonder who it was? Oil had splashed out of the top of the rocker cover and once it ran down to the exhaust manifold it produced the huge clouds of smoke. Thankfully that was the only problem we had all day.
We arrived at Howards Cafe in Stokesley and collected our route book and plaque. Over a cuppa we chatted to other entrants and studied the route before heading outside into the wet to prepare for setting off.
Once on the road again we realised that the light refreshment had only wetted our appetites and we soon stopped again for lunch. The halfway point was Helmesley, which we knew would be busy, so having eaten, we didn't stop there but kept on driving.
The route was superb with some amazing little lanes. The two fords were good. The first had little water and I could get through it briskly. The second had more water and a left hand bend which meant I had to be a bit more gentle.
As the oldest car in the run I gladly took the prize of a bottle of wine.