Up before dawn to walk down to Hyde Park for the start of the 2014 London to Brighton veteran car run. Before we even reach the park we hear the putter of a car behind us on the Bayswater Road - one of the antique entrants (the youngest cars are 110 years old) on its way to the beginning of the rally. A scary prospect here, before they're all gathered together, as a few tiny vehicles, the smallest barely larger than a pram, make their way through the (admittedly light) pre-dawn London traffic. Several pass us, someof them not even equipped with lights, their little horns sounding as they bravely change lanes in front of the buses.
There are plenty of RAC volunteers out organising the start, which is good because there are over 400 cars. The first - the oldest - are scheduled to leave at dawn, which is just before seven this morning, with the last leaving about eight. There is a light drizzle, which dissipates, but it's not cold. The breeze is a mild one as we walk along the Serpentine, the swans gliding beside us. Most cars have several passengers, sometimes including a small child or a dog, and the participants are busy with last minute adjustments, goodbyes and coffees. Many of the people are in period costume, and the occasional leathers and goggles look particularly useful. Cars with roofs or windscreens are in the minority.
They're off, some with more difficulty than others. There's the odd steam engine - do they carry extra water? Some have tires with tubes while others are hard as an old wheelbarrow's. There's not a lot of room for spares but we spot extras looped on the side of one car. They're all beautifully mainained, some in the original colours but others presumably not - ivory, mint, fire engine red and cobalt blue liven up the ranks. Who knows how many will make it all the way to Brighton, but all but two do get away. Hartbreaking to bring a car this far - all of them trailered and some from as far away as America or Australia - and then be unable to join the rally. A third has had difficulties, but as we're leaving it sputters to life and heads off after its mates to cheers and applause. And we hear someone say "It's not a race- it's a run".
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