Goodwood Revival, Charabanc returns
The 2019 Goodwood Revival begins with the engines cranking up.
Historic vehicles share knowing waves en route to Chichester.
The trusty T Ford Charabanc is waiting at the fairground.
Familiarity brings joy.
Transported and tied to a bygone era.
The chattering crowds of people glide past. Dressed to kill and delight. Swirls and swirls. Admiring looks.
The distant, throbbing screech of the train.
Excited crowds connected by unconditional car love.
A cavalcade of minis. Big fun in small packages.
The Settrington makes racing dreams come true.
Greeted by the singing Chalalas, cha la la ing.
Spitfires circle and rise.
Portraits styled, memories captured.
These are the bright days.
Give me Goodwood on a summer’s day and you can forget the rest of the world.
The enthusiasm of the early risers.
Use and absorb every second.
May these moments never end.
Boiler suit beauties, trilbies and tweeds, imaginative cowls, swirls and swirls.
St. Mary Saloons put the pedal to the metal for the medal.
Wannabe Pentecostals speed past.
In the evening, the sun shines as the boisterous revelers flock home.
Goodbye Goodwood for another year.
Charabanc in the salon privé
The Splendor and Glory of Blenheim Palace. A sublime backdrop.
The cars pose on the stage.
Excitement is in the air, louder than the cars in the concours.
The ladies and gentlemen are impressively dressed.
The politeness hides the competitive spirit.
All eyes are on the award for the best in the exhibition.
Looking forward to the Bentley Centenary Ball.
Glittering and glamorous guests pour into the great hall.
Angelic opera singing from above.
Endless laughter dances through the night.
Morning sun. Cool and crisp.
The kaleidoscopic collection is shown in its perfect light.
Immediately after the start, people flock in droves.
Smiles and amazement fill the grounds.
A flying car that cannot be grasped.
The unbeatable McLaren Senna wins the inaugural Lockton Club Trophy
The crowd boils, the drivers say hello home.
The palace is still and silent.
A la prochaine.
Charabanc’s veteran run from London to Brighton
Sunday November 7th
Cold dawn breaks over Hyde Park.
No lack of modernity, no conceit broken.
Dressed for time and the elements.
Historic car engines steam and flood the starting line.
Expectant chatter of automotive passion.
The welcome wave of spectators.
Children hold up signs that call for a “horn”.
The astonishment on their faces when greeted with a croak.
Hot coffee in a street cafe.
We finally cross the street, windswept and tired.
The Grand Hotel in Brighton that lives up to its name.
Cold air and adventurous slumber have never felt so good.
Charabanc launch, Goodwood Revival
Getting up at sunrise. The route to Goodwood is cloudless and sunlit.
Weather fears a distant memory.
Our trusty Ford T Charabanc waits patiently at the over-the-road junction. Ready to get dressed. The expectant hum of a glamorous crowd merrily streaming along.
A Veuve Cliquot lunch with a company as good as their wine.
A cappella encore.
The Great and Good Machines of the Kinrara Trophy. The engines howl.
Ace Bristol loses a wheel. Comet Clyclone crashes.
Evening Sunshine. All the fun of the carnival.
Sleepy start. Sharp late summer sun.
The promise of breakfast is in the air. All aboard the Charabanc. glitz and glamour.
The iconic pose of Kitten Von Mew. Pin curls and satin swirls.
The triggering of the fantastic cowls. Dancing to the orchestral sounds of engines.
Sharp suits and boots. Sartorial seduction. Dressed for the Best.
Ecurie Ecosse dashing in blue. Gorgeous Berlinetta Lusso in red. Heart fluttering, nostalgia high.
Goodness, Miss Molly.
Autumn anticipation is in the air. The feeling of the last day.
A humble tribute to Rob Walker.
Pedal pushing at the Settrington Cup. Clash of the Cobras. The Barracuda chicane cracks.
A portrait of three generations.
posing police officers. Charabanc smiles.
Through the sunset into dusk. The symphony of engines falls silent.
show me the way home Tired and ready for bed.
Farewells fill the air. Until next time!