More to the point, that's where we started off on the London to Brighton Lancia run on the Sunday before last.
Rob grabs an 8am power-nap at a car-wash.
But Pease Pottage isn't as awful as it sounds. According to one online encyclopedia, "it also has a shop, pub, and some small industrial units". All the attraction of a tiny Milton Keynes. Nice.
More importantly, it meets the A23, so we (Rob, Chris & I) had a rather jolly day out, touring the Sussex countryside.
I'm not a fan of cars except in the sense that they appeal to my disregard for exercise, so I was apprehensive there'd just be a load of petrolheads, wanking over turbo chips.
Nah- everyone (except the knob who turned up in a Ferrari) was sound- Lancia owners don't need to show off, just like Skyline owners don't need to. They know they've got great cars, so they don't need to prove anything.
Ferrari owners are clearly either (a) going through a textbook version mid-life crisis, (b) a professional footballer with no financial advisor, or (c) delusional that they're driving a fanny magnet.
Having tailed this arse in his prancing horse for a couple of miles, it was obvious that the only people that were impressed by his motor were chavs. Money well spent, then.
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