We used to tow a cracking mid 60's Cheltenham to all the races BiTD. It was a lovely thing; all panelled out with fake oak, gas lamps with tassles, plush velour seats, guild framed oil paintings and a drinks cabinet!
Whilst you lot were slumming it in your Vango tents we were sat in cravats and smoking jackets, feasting on fine meat and wines.
I wish I still had it now but it fell off the back of the car in the Peaks one New Years day.