Why the scenic route will always beat the M-way dash…
We’ve all done it. You open your phone, type in your destination, and the sat nav gives you two options. One is a tangled string of A and B roads through countryside and villages. The other is the motorway — clinical, efficient, and utterly joyless. Guess which one it tells you to pick?
Now, if you’re driving a diesel repmobile with 300 miles to cover before lunch, sure, the motorway might make sense. But if you’re sat behind the wheel of a classic, something with a soul, a soundtrack, and a story. There’s only one choice: take the long way!
At RNG Classics, we believe roads should be savoured, not survived. Especially when you’re behind the wheel of something truly special. Think: the soft burble of an Aston Martin DB9 echoing through the trees. Or the mechanical chatter of a 60’s Mustang as you wind your way past oast houses and church spires.
Welcome to Surrey, Kent and Sussex — the holy trinity of South East driving.
These counties were practically made for classic motoring. Picture this: starting your morning with a coffee in Farnham, climbing gently through the Surrey Hills as sunlight flickers through the trees. You meander through Haslemere, past sleepy stone cottages and weathered signposts, before dropping down into Kent’s patchwork of fields, orchards, and single-track lanes that seem to have dodged time entirely.
There’s the sweep of the A272 near Petworth — a road so good it feels like it was designed by someone who really gets driving. Or the tight and twisty run into Rye, where a gearshift feels like a conversation between man and machine. Every village brings another pub worth stopping for. Every hedgerow hides a view that demands a pause.
Contrast that with the motorway. Six lanes of glare, roadworks, average speed cameras, and a never-ending line of grey cars and faceless SUV’s tailgating each other like it’s a sport. Your soundtrack is tyre clicks as you crawl along that bit of the M25 that feels like you’ve got 4 flats…and phone pings. And the scenery? Mostly concrete barriers and anonymous soulless service stations.
A classic car on a motorway is like a vinyl record in a Asda CD rack. It just doesn’t belong there.
And sure, it might take a bit longer on the B roads. But that’s the whole point. These cars weren’t built to rush. They were built to drive. To feel the road. To be part of the landscape, not just pass through it.
So next time you’ve got somewhere to be, skip the M25 rat race. Pick a car from the RNG collection, grab a map (or at least pretend to), and take the scenic route through Surrey, Kent, and Sussex.
You won’t just arrive, you’ll remember how you got there.
And if you’re late? That’s what excuses like “the view was too good” are made for…
