TVRs in France
Discussion
Tivvers - as I've now got plenty of work to do since returning from our short break in France, I thought I'd spend an evening doing this instead...
www.freeweb.telco4u.net/theoptician/tvr_1/html/
BTW we saw 2 other TVRs whilst whizzing around France - a light blue Chimaera and a deep grey Griffith - anyone here ?
' Tay Vay Ayre ' was said a lot
Regards
Ed
www.freeweb.telco4u.net/theoptician/tvr_1/html/
BTW we saw 2 other TVRs whilst whizzing around France - a light blue Chimaera and a deep grey Griffith - anyone here ?
' Tay Vay Ayre ' was said a lot
Regards
Ed
Nice pics Ed - France has to be one of the best places to enjoy blasting around in a TVR (although I've also experienced it's ability to close all restaurants just as I arrive in town)
Reminds me of summer of '99, parked up sans-roof in the centre of Paulliac late afternoon after having toured a couple of vineyards and sat down to some food in one of the streetside restaurants when Jane (the missus) declares "isn't that your car alarm, Paul?". I rush over to discover Monsiuer Frenchman looking a bit sheepish with his young sons sat in the car 'driving'. He had lifted them in to take a photo of his kids in the "belle voiture" and the not-so-sensitive alarm had eventually twigged that there was something afoot and gone off.
He was pretty apologetic, so I switched off the alarm and fired the car up to show him that a decatted V8 TVR sounds as good as it looks and let him take a bunch of shots of the kids & the car. After much exchanging of rusty french ("..fabrique en Blackpool, dans le Nord d'Angleterre", "...plus de deux cent cinquante kilometre par heure") we exchanged furious handshakes, big smiles and he brought Jane and I a caraffe of the red stuff for my troubles...
Reminds me of summer of '99, parked up sans-roof in the centre of Paulliac late afternoon after having toured a couple of vineyards and sat down to some food in one of the streetside restaurants when Jane (the missus) declares "isn't that your car alarm, Paul?". I rush over to discover Monsiuer Frenchman looking a bit sheepish with his young sons sat in the car 'driving'. He had lifted them in to take a photo of his kids in the "belle voiture" and the not-so-sensitive alarm had eventually twigged that there was something afoot and gone off.
He was pretty apologetic, so I switched off the alarm and fired the car up to show him that a decatted V8 TVR sounds as good as it looks and let him take a bunch of shots of the kids & the car. After much exchanging of rusty french ("..fabrique en Blackpool, dans le Nord d'Angleterre", "...plus de deux cent cinquante kilometre par heure") we exchanged furious handshakes, big smiles and he brought Jane and I a caraffe of the red stuff for my troubles...
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