Today, perhaps on the way into the classic car show there, an orange Indy. I passed the opposite way in the green Indy, fresh from my 2hr unscheduled stop just outside of the town whilst the nice man from the RAC made me a new clutch cable. Mine decided to snap just in time to prevent my epic jaunt round Moffat, Selkirk and Peebles. If cars are like people, then mine's is a lazy bastard; it throws something every time I plan a journey.