In 1976 I was 23. I had an eighteen month old MG Midget with an untraceable intermittent ignition fault. This car broke down more in six months than all my other cars put together. So I sold it just before the heatwave started.
I then had a Dolomite 1850 through the summer, which was fab. The GP was at Brands Hatch (if I recall correctly) and it was baking hot. We didn't bother much with water back then, or suncream, and we drove down to Brands Hatch from Yorkshire when the pub closed, and slept in the car.
Driving home after the race, the sun is in your face round the North Circular, and we were nodding off on the way up the M1.
I wouldn't bother with it all now.............
Oh and just before the GP, I met MrsW to be..................
