Once upon a time many years ago, when all cars run on petrol, and when the word hybrid was mentioned people sniggered and muttered Pious under their breath, the tribes of CA camped in numerous fields far and wide over the plains of Le Sarthe.
There was a ritual every year held at 9pm on the Wednesday, when the sound of thunder abated, the tribes of CA congregated for just one hour to a sacred spot called Bar Tetre Rouge in the hope of sighting the mythical Moose from Canada.
And those were glorious years when the thunder of the Gods Panoz, Audi, Aston and Corvette could be heard for miles in the surrounding country side and the Sun always shone.
Now the tribes of CA are mostly in 2 separate areas, requiring long journeys past many watering holes to visit their friends, and some falter on the journey, dragged away from their purpose by the temptations along the way.
So let's resurrect the Meet the Moose session, you never know the Sun might return.