Its hard not to look at those photos with a mixture of awe and sadness. What madness possesses people that they have so many toys/ projects that even they know they will never get them all finished?

And does that stop any of us from doing the same? Hell no!

The saddest day of my life was cleaning out the Old Man's workshop after he died. A mad inventor, the place was full of projects, half formed ideas and prototypes the history of each one I knew intimately, but they all had to go.

To get the thread back on topic, one of my most treasured books is a battered copy of "The Design and Behaviour of the Racing Car" by Stirling Moss and Laurence Pomeroy from about 1963 which Sir God was kind enough to sign for me. Precious to me but not a thing of beauty! How many such things get tossed as they appear of no value?