Otium cum dignitate.
Somehow, the idea of 'Calfy' with a 'Moggie', seems to be a destiny which I'd never realise until it happened Lils...At least you'll be able to hear her when she's about a mile from home too!
I'm soooo jealous! My first 3 cars were a Ford Anglia, a Moggie and a Hillman Imp and I loved each one of them almost deviantlyThe Moggie had little semaphore flag turn indicators that popped up from the central door pillars, only mine were in dire need of the vehicular version of Viagra, as they never managed the full 90 degrees, making a grinding noise and sticking at a feeble 10deg or so. May Calfy enjoy every second of this fab little motor! It's what Britain's 'B' roads were made for ...
Congratulations to her. This is an ideal car in which to now learn to drive after having learned how to pass the driving test.Like Raedwald's car, my first car (a 1952 A40 Devon) also had problems getting it up. Nothing that a good thump on the window frame couldn't fix though. I had a mate who had a Morris Minor. It was the only car I ever came across in which the choke cable got red hot! When we investigated further we noticed that the exposed metal choke cable was resting on one of the high tension leads. A quick cable reroute fixed the problem before the car caught fire...
Scrobs it is PERFECT for her. She took it around to see a friend of ours (who had pointed it out to her last week) and as she approached he got a sickening feeling...his mother had had the same model and reg and it was deja entendu!Raedwald it is such a pretty little thing, and it smells like the 1970's inside :-) It is a 1967 model so has the 1100 engine.Nomad it is a great first car. Not least because of the insurance. Fully comprehensive her insurance is £200 less than mine, and I have 18 years no claims bonus. She has effectively got a fully insured car for the normal cost of just insuring a young inexperienced driver in a Ford Fiesta 1.1 without the car! I don't know why more young aren't going for them.
Hurrah! You can make her drive you to summer shows such as steam fairs, enter the car in the exhibitors section and have picnics in the middle of the action. You could wear period dress; Calfy in Courreges, you in a hippie hat and Elsby in bell bottoms.
Huzzah, lashings and lashings of ginger beer all round. You'd think it'd be pretty safe too being a mini tank. Brava!
Yes WOAR I will make her drive me! Such a strange feeling yesterday that she could just take herself off at her own convenience..relief and delight mixed together. I must get her some white string driving gloves...Spot on, DtP :-) Can't move for ginger beer...
double style :-)
That looks to be in fabulous nick. Evokes memories of our old A40 Somerset which didn't look as good as that 40 years ago.
Red leather, tobacco smoke, wallowy suspension.Ah... the memories of childhood car sickness. I can smell it now.
She won't get beyond Shepton Mallet in that, lil. Or if she does it will be next Monday. Is the Calf now planning to become a midwife or a librarian?
I'll lend you my AA handbook on ignition systems and getting cars started in the wet(Spray under the bonnet with WD40.)
Just let me know if you need a ride to Ardnamurchan.
Kevin, It's been a while since I was last in the area, but does the Haynes Automobile Manual emporium still exist just outside Newton Abbot? If so, you might let the new driver have the GPS co-ordinates. (In my day a map would have done just as well!).
Nomad, I was thinking of getting Calfy a 1967 road map..Kev, it starts better than my Ford Focus. I am sure Calfy would take you for a ride ;-)Idle, she got back from Yeovil with it before me. The speedo needs a new cable as the information it imparts is a bit random. As to profession, neither of the above but still car appropriate....
My parents first car was a Moggie Traveller. We drove to Cornwall from Cheshire in it for the 6 or 7 years they had it, driving by night, pre-motorway days.Luggage piled on top, myself and elder brother asleep in the back, and when he was wee, my younger brother in a small hammock slung behind the driver and passenger. 12 hours, with stops by Wolverhampton Cathedral, on the Bristol Downs for tea on a primus stove, and there we were. Pace the permanent traffic jam that was Bridgewater on those days.WNA 673. It has stuck with me all these years. The other main memory is of my father knocking out his pipe out of the driver's side window, for the embers and ash to fly in the face of whichever of us lads was behind him. Thanks Dad :-)
Elbers, I bet the wings 'boing' when you give them a small knuckle!Knocking a pipe out in a car is a skill which will stay with me always!The real problem was when, with 'Falcon' in place, you turned sideways for some reason, and the bowl struck the window with some force, and of course, the sparks flew all over the place...I melted a cheap Terylene suit once through this action, just outside Bromley one evening! The Jaeger blazer suffered even more unpleasantness, but was more imbued with unburnable fibres, and looked pretty good even up to and after it was chucked away through being a total unwearable jacket!Actually, I wish I could have it back, as it would fit now...
Terylene! Scrobs, I had completely forgotton about Terylene - and my old man was in the rag trade!
RUO 478 - our Somerset.
BVV 147 - my Devon. Funny how the details of one's first car never leave the memory. Mine also had a wallowy suspension - probably because the front shock absorbers (which I could not afford to replace)leaked oil all over the place and I had to constantly have to refill them with the thickest oil I could find. Doing anything over 40mph was like riding a bucking bronco. All great fun though as a teenager on the loose!!Elby: My current veehhical (which is slightly grander than the Austin) bears a plate beginning with WNA! Spooky!
WNA in those days meant it had been registered in SWaNseA, I gather. My first car, purchased at the great age of 30, was a beat up old Citroen 2CV, YLK 43S. It did sterling service, until the gearbox went as I had just entered the Lawrence Hill roundabout in Bristol at rush hour. Bad choice. My best memory of it was putt-putting down the M4 on the way to Bristol from Oxford, and the roof flying of and splitting in two places. It stayed like that till it dies. RIP
My first was a Bedford HA van. Ex GPO.It had padlocks on passenger and rear doors and was sun-bleached red with Royal Mail painted out in red gloss paint. The whole van acted as an amplifier box for our feable cassette player and we used to drive around London blairing out Duelling Banjos instead of beatbox music.I joined the police and took my whole groups' uniforms down to Ashford PTC and was pulled up by a copper who thought I was dodgy. Imagine the look on his face when he saw what was in the back. Worse. Imagine the look on my course Segeant's face when I arrived at the gates of the PTC where the course ahead of ours were pulling all the new recruits' cars apart and checking documents. "Does the horn work"PAARP !"No ! I didn't fuckin' tell you to sound it, did I, you spotty twit !""I bet you haven't got an MOT with that.""Oh. Ok then. You have - take your tax disc out then an' let's have a look ...""Got any herbs ???"And on it went. Everything checked over and any failure would have meant being kicked off the course. Luckily the van was tip-top despite appearances and the GF's panties under my seat. For my trouble I was appointed course Post Officer and dubbed Postman Pat.It was my job to collect and distribute personal mail every morning. I got quite popular doing that and 'Pat' stuck with me for a few years.
From Postman Pat to Policeman Pat to Puffpuff Pat.Purrfeck!
I think it is amazing you can all remember your first number plate! My first car was a classic, but not as desirable....an Austin Allegro :-)Teflon Kev! Those GPO vans flew ;-)
Nomad - now off Pat.Lilith - You could really chuck them around, except that the passenger seat was pop-rivetted in with brackets and was prone to sliding out around bends.Do you remember cars with the floor pans worn out so that you could see the road beneath ?God, we were poor.
Kev, Back in the early 1960s, my then 18 year old brother's first car was a clapped out ancient Standard 8 for which he had paid a fiver. Proud as punch, he came home one day with it and offered to take me for a drive. As I sat in the passenger seat the small floor mat moved and I noticed that there was a gaping hole in the floor and could see the road going by under my feet. It also had a leak half way along the exhaust pipe, so not only did this wreck sound like a tractor with appendicitis - and kill every mosquito in the area with the fug it chucked out, it also filled the car with exhaust fumes. As he struggled to get it up Blackheath Hill, I was becoming a nervous gibbering blob and could take no more so I told him to stop right there while I got out. I went back home on the bus! Fortunately, he only kept it about a fortnight and then exchanged it for a bright yellow Morris Minor which had a tooth missing from the first gear - so that also sounded a bit like an arthritic tractor clacking away merrily until he got it into second. But it served its purpose; got him safely and reliably to and from work and, above all, taught him how to drive.Those were the days eh???
Sorry, that anonymous was me. Don't know why the name didn't register.
Nomad - Our first taste of independence was when our friend Nigel got his provisional licence. His Ma and Pa had a Reliant Robin three-wheeler.Dropped them off at Gatwick for a holiday abroad - my brother and he looked at each other, clapped hands with glee that we were all going to have a free house and free mobility for a week. Nigel slams the car into reverse and backs into a concrete pillar. The whole back end of the car splits in two. The rest of the week was spent getting it repaired.
Ha ha, that made me laugh. Reminded me that I pranged my dad's car (the aforementioned Devon which he let me buy very cheaply when he changed cars) on the very day I passed my driving test. He kindly (foolishly?) let me borrow it for the evening as a reward, but I parked it too close to a corrugated tin wall. As I backed it up, the wrap-around front bumper caught one of the outstanding curves and bent/pulled the wrap-around outwards by about 6 inches. Later I put the car in the garage without saying anything (everyone was already in bed when I got home) and the next morning I was questioned about the cow with the crumpled horn where the car usually stood... Fortunately he knew somebody in a workshop who straightened it out and refused to accept any part payment from me.
Ah Nomad, I did a similar thing in the 80's with my Dad's car. A newish BMW 5 series, the smartest car he's ever had. He let me drive it up to London and I reversed into a white van then reshaped the passenger side on a bollard...
Kev, at 17 my best mate drove us up to Abersoch in her Vauxhall Viva (aka The Heap) I am not sure I could quite see the road through the foot well in that car but I remember the tape stuck in the player (which played but wouldn't eject): Bob Seger on one side and Neil Young on the other....heavenly taste of teen freedom :-)
Our mate Cliff had a Ford Capri - not one body panel was the same colour. The bonnet latch was knackered and the bonnet held down with a bit of string. It bounced up and down as you drove along.The doors had no internal panels at all - the left stereo speaker had to be held by the front seat passenger.The clutch was so worn it sounded like an automatic and there was fungus growing around the window seals.
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