Beetle drive

Walking into the room and looking across at all the blue rinses, I wondered why I had agreed to spend my Saturday night at a beetle drive. I was younger than most people in the room by about half a century and resigned myself to a dull evening. How wrong could I have been? I had some fascinating conversations and was quite surprised by how busy everyone’s social lives seemed to be. They were swapping phone numbers and addresses, discussing coach trips and other activities organised by local groups. It turned out to be quite an enjoyable evening after all.