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Welcome to Our Site

        







The inspiration for this site is my life-long passion for cars and a desire to share it with other like-minded individuals. This passion has been somewhat tempered nowadays by the increasing complexity of the modern automobile, with their dependency on technology.........maybe, less is more......?





My life in cars began at two years old as the proud owner of a bright red, Austin, pedal car, which has morphed into :
  • racing Karts
  • Reynard F2000
  • Minis
  • BMWs
  • 260Z
  • Lotus Elite
  • TVR
  • Jaguar XJS V12
  • Fiats
  • Triumph GT6
  • Mercedes-Benz’s
  • Porsches, including a Carrera, 928 and a 930 Turbo
  • Ferrari Mondial
  • Smart Brabus
to the present day, Mercedes-Benz SL55 AMG and Range Rover Evoque.







My wife, of over four decades, has fortunately embraced my love affair with cars and has influenced my choices over these magical years.
















                       IF

If you can keep your head when all about you  
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,  
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;  
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;  
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;  
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;  
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,  
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,  
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,  
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,  
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Written in 1895
by Rudyard Kipling