Once upon a time, I owned a Morris Minor:
It was a wretched little car. This was in no small part due to its Austin A30 running gear, foisted upon Morris on account of the BMC inception. A weedy 803cc engine which ate big end bearings (actually the first A Series but the later versions were completely different), terrible gearbox with a gear stick 3 feet long (which at least had some novelty value) and the A30 rear axle ratio; in other words, very low. It was gutless and slow. I vowed never to have another again, unless it was the right model.
By the 'right model', I mean what the biscuit and tea Minor lot call a 'transitional' car. These were built from late 1962 to 1964 and incorporate the earlier features of separate starter control, opposing arc wipers, gold faced speedometer and duotone upholstery, with the benefit of the later engine which made the Minor into the car everybody knows and loves. All this was years ago; I hadn't had one for ages as I realised there were better, more interesting cars out there for the same or less money, and in any case, they would hardly ever be in short supply. In short, apart from the desire to own another being at the back of my mind, I wasn't too bothered.
Enter an old friend I knew from my split-screen owning days, who asked if I still had a Minor, to which I answered no, but would have another of the aforesaid type. "I'm selling one!", my mate said. "Great!" quoth I, and promptly went to see it. Cosmetically challenged but solid with evidence of recent, good welding, I was suitably impressed. The next step was to get it running, which it did after cleaning the points and filling the SU with a fresh charge of bang water. Turning it on the handle first to gently free up the engine, for it had been standing a few years, the ignition was subsequently switched on and, heavens above, it fired straight up! Sounded sweet, too. Needless to say I had already agreed to buy it.
Here it is:
There is much to be done in the way of little jobs before it returns to the road, and it is a 1962 car so will need an MoT. Junkman and Conrad kindly offered to help out and begin work, but the car is here, and indeed the moral support of the GGG is second to none. This new arrival means the Shite Station Wagon will be up for sale, as I don't have room for them all.