So I discovered that... this sort of petty mindedness in horology. The people who had secrets and wouldn't let you know them, and it was all very disappointing, and fortunately I couldn't see anything very secret in what they knew. It was all pretty common-sense stuff to me, so I didn't worry too much about it, but it was disappointing. And I do remember, having got myself established as a watch repairer, I suddenly realised that I'd been in the horological profession for 10 years, and I was making my own way, and indeed I was quite successful - I had got my first two Bentleys, I was very fond of Bentleys and I had the first two Bentleys - and I suddenly realised that I had not got a single social companion in horology. It was probably my fault, but there it was, I didn't have any friends in horology. No enemies, but nobody I would warm to and whose company I would seek. And so I gave more attention to my Bentleys and the result of that was that after a short while, I had more friends than I could cope with through the Bentleys and the motoring clubs and the cars have remained with me ever since. Even up to now, after all those years, I never give up the cars, I still race them, rally them, and generally amuse myself with them and enjoy the company of all those, who like me, have nothing better to do with their time and money than spend it on old motorcars.