Friday morning. After a hearty breakfast we hit the road. Our navigation guides us through narrow and twisty roads. The flowing landscape reveals itself through a blur of green hedges. We get a taste of what is coming as we tune in to 87.7 AM. A dry cockney voice splutters through the speakers. "This is radio Goodwood, bringing you all the latest news of the Festival. We expect a bright and sunny day, filled with fantastic events".
Half an hour later we park our cars, get our tickets and walk up to the entrance, full of excitement. The lot is filled with exotic sport cars and campers. Gear heads united. For the next couple of days Goodwood is our garden and the Festival of Speed our walhalla. A feast for the eye and the ear.
Finally we are here. At this early morning the place is already crowded. Masses of people slowly move through the commercial section. Magazines, t-shirts, energy drinks, formula one displays. Things have changed here since my last visit. We quickly take a short cut to the heart of the festival, aiming for the Goodwood house.
Emotionally it turns out to be the hard way. We feel like kids in a candy store. Distraction everywhere. Shiny metal and revving engines. Before I realize it I have lost the others. Steve is taking his first pictures, Stevie dries his hair behind the fuming exhaust of a classic racer and Nathalie thinks she has seen the Stig. This zig-zagging through a wonderful cocktail of automobile culture won't change the following days. We have time to consume every sweet bit.
The Goodwood House is the pivot point of the festival. We will return here many times, be it for lunch or to stare at the impressive quadrifoglio sculpture. Alfa Romeo celebrates its centennial and has brought most of its master pieces to the UK. The italians are omnipresent. On the circuit, in the paddocks and many displays, this years color is definitely red.