As I type this, drunken revellers are cavorting in the mud at the Glastonbury Festival of Performing Arts, a globally famous rock ‘n rabies event that am a regular attendee of. This year, though, I’m not there. Due to the woeful broadband connection speed that my village suffers from, even with a whole battery of computers and smartphones locked, loaded and ready at the moment tickets went on sale; we totally failed and all the tickets went to people who live in areas on the fibre-optic grid. Bah, who needs it, anyway? Also happening this weekend is the Goodwood Festival of Speed, and it was only right that a motoring organ of such world-wide renown as Hooniverse should have a presence at the worlds foremost live-action gasoline-centric annual occasion. Battery-life depending, every now and again, and completely unannounced, I’m going to interrupt Jim’s broadcast schedule this weekend with live broadcasts from the field. It’s my first time here. Let’s share the experience. 
Festival is a word which gets thrown around with gay abandon. Any event seems to be granted that status, whether they deserve it or not. I very much approve of Beer Festivals, and hiccup my way around as many of these in my local area as I possibly can. As I walked through from the parking lot in which The Official Car of RoadworkUK is parked, the machinery I passed rather hinted at the kind of event this might be. 
Supercars have a specific parking allocation here, although among the McLarens and Ferraris there were a fair smattering of BMW 3-Series Convertibles and Mustangs, which stretch the definition of Supercar somewhat. Take this as a show of sour grapes on my part on account of there being no “Late ’90s Orphan Brand” parking area for Rover 800s. I arrived a little late today, pitching up at about 11:30 after a gentle cruise down south. I know, I’m a rank amateur and should have been here at the crack of dawn. But it was nice to arrive when the party was already in full swing. The air was already being shredded by various cylinder configurations and the PA system rocked hard with excited commentary. 
Forgive me if my coverage of this event is a little bit disjointed, I’m a bit like a kid in a sweetshop here; I’m currently darting this way and that snapping away at whatever I find interesting. Later I hope to catch a few of the more notable vehicles as they shout their way up the hillclimb, any footage I capture promises to be blurry, jerky and ill-composed. High production values, no. But my enthusiasm-o-meter will be off the scale. Stay tuned. (Most sincere thanks to Lord March for inviting Hooniverse to join them in his little garden party)
By RoadworkUK
RoadworkUK is the online persona of Gianni Hirsch, a tall, awkward gentleman with a home office full of gently decomposing paper and a garage full of worthless scrap metal. He lives in the village of Moistly, which is a safe distance from London and is surrounded by enough water and scenery to be interesting. In another life, he has designed, sold, worked on and written about cars in exchange for small quantities of money.
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