If you’re into concours competition, the following probably doesn't apply to you. To the rest of you, have you heard any of your classic-owing friends start talking about “putting the car away” yet? It happens like clockwork every year – at around the same time that the supermarkets start selling those bizarre Mars bar-filled plastic stockings and shopping centres suddenly start to smell of a festive (and artificial) combination of oranges, cinnamon and pine needles.
I heard it yesterday from someone at work with a highly usable classic, and I still don’t get it. Yes, there will be salt on the road (in a few months’ time) and there’s a fair amount of moisture around, but to wrap your beloved in cotton wool and lock the garage door until the days start to get longer and the buds begin to bloom is to miss out on one of the greatest joys of classic ownership: the wintry blast.
OK, so it’s only early autumn, not the deep mid-winter, but on the way home after my colleague's revelation I was reassured to see a hardy commuter enjoying a brisk drive home in his Cobra rep. And, from the look of joy on his face, it certainly won't be his last run of the year.