Yesterday marked the 12th anniversary of the Little Britain Motor Company’s annual Lindsay to Brighton Run, hosted by Bob DeShane. Basically a gathering of friends and their cars, the run is a Fall colours tour loosely formatted as a rally. A classic car event in spirit, the event is really open to anything interest. I mean, how can you say no when someone wants to join in with a modern Roush 427R Mustang?
Bob has asked me to take part for years, but either it overlapped with another event that I had to cover or I just didn’t have wheels interesting enough to bring along that weekend. This year, the day was free and the ugly brown Porsche 944 (UBP) was running well, so my 16 year old Son Duncan and I decided to tag along.
With a civilized start time of 11:30, we didn’t have to leave the house until 10 and found a chilly Fall morning under bright blue skies. Even the trip north was beautiful. Upon our arrival at DeShane’s place, we found the incredibly cool banner you see above.
A promo banner, it hung in downtown Bowmanville for the very first race when Mosport opened unofficially in 1961. At that time, the banner read Player’s King, but it was re-used and re-painted for the official opening race, the Player’s 200 in 1962.
I know I am a racing history geek of the highest order, but that banner is really freaking cool. Somewhere around the house, I have a copy of the program from the ’62 race.
The cast of cars was eclectic to say the least. There were the usual British sports cars and American muscle, but there were a few oddballs too. A chrome bumper Triumph Spitfire wore a fuel injection badge on the front wing, thanks to its owner who spent some time working for Lucas. A ’32 Alfa Romeo GP car replica based on VW running gear draws attention everywhere.
As a guy who was a teenager in the Eighties, the modern obsession with the mundane cars of the era boggles my mind, but the cream coloured Chevette was so nice that even I had to check it out.
The drive route itself included some fantastic roads with incredible Fall colours. The trees hadn’t even begun to turn when I was in the area a couple of weeks ago and now the countryside is splashed with vivid shades of red, yellow and orange.
Many participants were caught out by a botched route instruction, team UBP included. We found our way back on track thanks to Google maps, but probably went 25 km out of our way to do it. We never really saw any other participants save for a modern MINI. It thwarted my intentions to stop en route and shoot other cars along the way.
We didn’t know whether we were ahead or behind, so when we arrived at Dougall’s on the Bay in Brighton, we were very surprised to see that we were one of the first teams to finish. I am happy to report that the UBP performed flawlessly save for a random raw fuel smell that I have yet to track down the source of. It was in its element on the twisty country roads and the brakes worked perfectly when presented with a dog the size of a Dire Wolf.
All in all, it was a great afternoon out and we met some new friends. Next year, Driven Wheels will be out in force, with some additional family vehicles to enjoy the event.