|I think that I saw a
little bit of everything from that wonderful back seat.
|The best views, of
course, were of the other veteran cars in the run. Some pulled up behind
us at lights. Some we passed; some passed us. At times, we would be in the
midst of a pack of veterans; at other times, we would be the lone pre-1905
car on the road.
|The scenery shifted
from classic London postcard views… to parts of the city decidedly less
glamorous… to quaint suburbs and towns… to gently rolling hills with
grazing sheep… to Brighton itself, an old-school seaside resort with a
|We saw a little
rain… a little sun… and a few ominous black clouds.
view from the back seat.
|I saw a woman in the
third-story window of a brick building, chin in hand, watching but
registering no reaction whatever.
|I saw two
resourceful young girls who had set up their own viewing post atop a tiny
mid-road traffic island. They grinned at each other ceaselessly, pleased
by their own ingenuity more so than the gleaming brass of the cars that
|I saw car clubs
hosting their own meetings along the route. I saw a gathering of Morris
Minors, groups of sports cars from the 1940's, a flawless XKE, and a
brilliant green Bentley parked in a driveway, its driver, in goggles,
waving to the cars that drove by.
|I saw many dogs (who
appeared interested) and sheep (who did not). I saw spectators with old
klaxon horns which were honked loudly as the cars passed by. (The
companions of the chronic honkers - surely deaf by the time we passed them
- seemed to take all this in stride).
My view of
|I saw thousands of
hands in the air -- nearly everyone en route waved. We waved back. Others applauded
as the cars chugged past… which was quite moving. And if those who
clapped had the power to make one a bit misty, what to make of the older
gentlemen by the side of the road who tipped their hats… or even
|I was not in a
position to see Bill's face often during the run, but I'm pretty sure that
there were moments when he wasn't smiling.