Well, now that the bidding has taken off and looks set to go quite high, I'll tell you the tale of how I nearly became the proud owner of one of these cars, but my conscience intervened...
About ten years ago, a friend gave my wife a pile of magazines she was about to ditch and one was the newsletter of the Multiple Sclerosis Society. Idly flicking through the classified ads in the back, as you do, I found a petrol-powered invalid carriage offered for sale in Wimborne, Dorset. That in itself struck a chord as my Dad spent some time in an orphanage down there as a child.
I rang the number and it was answered by the housekeeper who informed me that the Lady of the House had retired for her afternoon nap and would I call back later? I naturally did so and spoke to Mrs Fox-Pitt who told me that she had given up driving the carriage and wanted it to find a good home. She agreed to send me all the brochures for it and they duly arrived, complete with the dealer's stamp. I phoned the dealer who said the the Honda engine was restricted by a bolt in the gearbox and that he would tell me how to de-restrict it if I bought it - this would give it the full range of gears and something approaching an unsafe turn of speed.
I copied the brochure and returned it to Mrs F-P. I then called her to open negotiations. How much are you asking for it? About £150! This is when my bloody conscience intervened and I said I'd speak to her son who lives in Sandwich, not far from me. He said that the old dear should be asking £1500, at which point all hopes of acquiring it evaporated as the Devonport slush fund wouldn't have stretched that far back then.
Tying up a few loose ends earlier this year, I called the son again - just in case it was still tucked away in a garage somewhere but it had been sold on his mother's death a few years ago. A classic case of the one that got away. I can't even find the copied brochures now (before you ask, Stuart!) so here the sad tale must end.
Hope you're all having a great time at the National while I'm stuck here at work on nights. Still finding time to keep an eye on that Everest & Jennings, though...
Amities a tous et toutes.
Nick D.