Driving in dark with roof off
Discussion
Friday night, work finished, down tools, Tiv out with roof off and set off over A686 over Hartside Pass in the sunshine heading for Silloth to watch the sunset over the Solway... great drive, hardly any other car on the road. Fish and chips overlooking the Solway but no sunset due to fog coming in, never mind... head for home as it got dark but decided this time to leave the roof down... theres definitely something special about driving the Tiv in the dark with the roof down !
Sorry... not really a point to this post except to share a great experience instead of the usual niggle... makes it all worthwhile
hope you all got out and enjoyed it...
K
Sorry... not really a point to this post except to share a great experience instead of the usual niggle... makes it all worthwhile
hope you all got out and enjoyed it...
K
There is however one catch... Has anyone else noticed how appalling the standard S-Series headlights are? 
Fine when you're skimming the hedges on your own, but as soon as someone heads towards you the average car's headlights overpower the TVR's to such an extent that you're almost blinded!
Fine when you're skimming the hedges on your own, but as soon as someone heads towards you the average car's headlights overpower the TVR's to such an extent that you're almost blinded!
It's a great feeling to be threading your way through the lanes, looking up at the stars and thinking "I could use two of those in my headlights". Summer is best of course; you've got the new mown hay smells that are somehow more rich at night and the cooler evening air is so much more refreshing after the warmth of the day.
And when you stop there is a wonderful silence punctured only by the gentle thrum and burble of a V6 or V8.
And it's easier to leave huge black lines down the road without any coppers seeing.
And when you stop there is a wonderful silence punctured only by the gentle thrum and burble of a V6 or V8.
And it's easier to leave huge black lines down the road without any coppers seeing.
V8S said:
It's a great feeling to be threading your way through the lanes, looking up at the stars and thinking "I could use two of those in my headlights". Summer is best of course; you've got the new mown hay smells that are somehow more rich at night and the cooler evening air is so much more refreshing after the warmth of the day.
And when you stop there is a wonderful silence punctured only by the gentle thrum and burble of a V6 or V8.
And it's easier to leave huge black lines down the road without any coppers seeing.
Soon be hayfever time again, one thing air con cars with pollen filters have an advantage over the S on.And when you stop there is a wonderful silence punctured only by the gentle thrum and burble of a V6 or V8.
And it's easier to leave huge black lines down the road without any coppers seeing.
Luckily there's antihistamines
Absolutely love it. Its the best time to drive, particularly after a long and hot summers day when the air is cool but its still warm enough to drive in a t-shirt.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives.
Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea.
And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed yard; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.
Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives.
Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea.
And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed yard; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.
Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep.
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