‘Why would you get up at 4.30am, load your van and drive 150 miles to stand in a chilly, wet field in the hope that someone will pay you £15 for a badly pitted B44 kick-start?’ LIKE MANY IF not most CBG readers, I love a good autojumble. The chance to rummage around trestle tables groaning with bits and pieces I don’t actually need and pay for them with money I don’t really have is a guilty pleasure, albeit one that I can’t really afford the time to indulge. But none of that, of course, stops me from doing it. Laid out as they usually are on mushy grass pitches, boxes of rusting clutch plates, camshafts, springs, and other unidentifiable – by me at least – items that their vendors…
