My lovely little 1948/9 Morris Minor Convertible,
Split windscreen, side valve engine, top speed about 58mph (downhill with following wind),
How is it possible to still have fond memories of a car, which in Winter would never start without creeping up to it with the starting handle, and nearly breaking your wrist turning it over.
A car with no heater, no demister, gaps between the old hood and the tops of the doors....so freezing cold that you had to wear a thick balaclava and gloves.
A car with little flip out indicators that kept getting stuck, so you had to thump the inside of the door frame.
And best of all, a car which along with others of that era, had a rather unfortunate reputation of the odd front wheel suddenly coming off.
There's nothing quite like the experience of seeing one of your wheels parting company and trundling off down the road ahead of you.
And yet the memories of showing off in my 'sporty' convertible in the Summertime, far outweighed the odd mishap and discomfort.
I saw an immaculate example, similar to the one shown, at a vintage car rally, a couple of years ago and it brought back some great memories.
Hidden Image/Members OnlyI later went very upmarket and bought an old Morris Oxford as shown.
Apart from all the holes in the floor, it was much more luxurious...(no MOT in those days)
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