Passing Fair

Almost a memory by now.


Ben.

A bunch of photos of the centennial meeting here. I am the shadowy figure in numbers 20 and 82. Still wearing my rummage sunburn.

The whole thing was amply documented by photographers, so don't expect much here. The clasic cars were very photogenic, and it was very pleasant to mill around with the gang, looking at the cars and dreading the prospect of going in.



Take my word for it, I went inside and took this picture. I stayed through the dinner and the speeches, too.

Happy birthday!

By the Sunday after, all that's left are a few tents full of ghosts, tall grass and buttercups.