8:30 on a Sunday morning and the outside temprature gauge on the Alfa read -3C as I drew up outside the lair where the Daytona slumbers. Probably not the best time to be thinking about driving a 36 year old Ferrari that doesn't normally venture out unless the outside temprature is well into double figures. However there was not a cloud in the sky and the roads were dry and Goodwood were holding th first of there Sunday Breakfast clubs this time for pre 1973 tax exempt cars (the more attentive readers might recall that my Daytona is actually a 1973 car but hey close enough).
