...... However, your scribe is a member of the ‘Smug Bastards Club’; it was all very well battering down in a nice Porsche but those heroes in Caterhams and Elises etc who were battling the elements were getting very damp, as were the Cobra Boys. (Plus the odd ‘fake-Snake I suspect). They seemed to have teamed up with some hot-rods and they really are unsuitable for filthy weather. But they do have a curious herd instinct that demands they travel in packs and spend a fair bit of time parked on the hard shoulder......
Dear Mr S. Bastard.
I can confirm that the 7 cobras and 2 hot rods you passed were, indeed, the East Anglian Cobrateers.
The weather was, most definately, lousy on Wednesday. However, I can confirm that when it cleared and the sun came out, we were the ones enjoying ourselves and pulling all the totty.
Oh, and the hard shoulder bit - thanks for driving past when the '55 Chevy pickup had a tyre blowout. I'm sure you laughed so hard your hernia prolapsed.