Mid December. Temperatures are reaching freezing point. I’m ill. But hey, Pistonheads were holding their Sunday service. They weren’t hosting it just anywhere either – Goodwood. Arguably my favourite place to shoot. So naturally I dragged myself out of bed, grabbed the camera and jumped in the Clio with Jonesy once again. The roads were absolutely dead on the hour or so drive down to that special place, always nice. The time allowed us to have a needed catchup and chat about further mods for the Renaultsport – which sounded great.
Anyway we rocked up at Goodwood a wee bit early and for some reason while everyone was directed to the paddock, we were directed to park next to the Pistonheads stand itself. Getting out of the car was like stepping on to a damn ice rink, sketchy. A few seconds of tip toeing around and we were good. Meanwhile more cars were coming in, a lot more. It was fantastic to see so many people come out especially considering the temperatures. All sorts as well.
Hot hatches, super saloons, big power estates, track weapons it had it all really – even in terms of brand. Walking through the paddock with the sun rising was fantastic, appreciating all the cars in all their variety. I like supercars as much as the next car nut, but I tend to get more excited about the ‘smaller’ things sometimes. One of the highlights being a mint Clio Williams sat in the corner of paddock number 1 – such a rad little car and the fact that it and the owner braved the weather to get here is just awesome.
A couple of Clubsport S’ made an appearance, I still REALLY want to drive one. Even a BMW Z1 was there, having never seen one in person that was special. It was almost a little alien attending a car meet/show without any slammed or bagged cars, that’s what you get most of these days it seems – but not here. Almost everything seemed to be built to go fast. However I wasn’t completely let down, Eloise turned up in her bagged mk3 Audi TT. You forget how low some cars are until they’re next to a car at standard height. You can see how crazy it looks in the photos when you compare the TT to the Dodge Charger it was parked next to – bonkers. But that’s me I love bonkers, I can appreciate anything and everything.
3 hours and a lot of shivering later we climbed back into the Clio’s now cold cockpit and headed home reflecting on the morning. Conclusion – attend more Sunday services in 2018. Another hour later and I’m back in bed cramming lemsips and attempting to edit some photos. No regrets.