Back in the early 50's my old man had an Armstrong Siddeley Hurricane rag top.
Even at 5/6 years old I thought it was well cool. Don't remember anything about how
reliable it was. He got rid of it, coz famlay, for a Rover 14, which at 7 I thought was a proper chariot.
Black with red leather, you know, that old, worn, proper cow skin.
I remember every summer in the early 60's we used to drive to Eastbourne.
Now you might think that isn't so far. Well it fuckin well is from Aberdeen.
Ferry across the Forth, could be an hours wait, no motorways, trucks grinding up the hills in a cloud of clag
doing 20, few places to overtake.
I looked on it as an adventure. Waving out the back window, none of that seat belt stuff, at truckers
and checking their reg in the AA book to see which was the furthest from home and ticking off the ones I had seen
and trying to find the more obscure plates. I can clearly remember seeing a Jersey plate once, and nearly wetting myself with excitement.
Anyhoo, I don't ever remember that Rover breaking down on any of those journeys
which considering it was from the late 40's seems to suggest a certain resilience which a Rover
that was aimed at Doctors and Country bank managers would have to have had.
No heater, fuckin cold in winter, blankets and woolies, had to put a small paraffin heater under the engine
overnight otherwise it wouldn't start in the morning, and a blanket over the engine.
Suicide doors, opening flap vents in the footwells, shite and drafty in winter, wipers that you could have one or two
working, really small boot, no bloody room for the clubs, or much else.
Old man chopped it in in 64 for a brand new Cortina 1500 de luxe.
De luxe ? Vinyl seats, no arm rests, less room, no presence. The only reason I liked it was that it went faster.
Possibly a post-war Rover P3 75. These had the pre-war style body but used the P4 chassis and engine - a kind of interim model. You get post war reliability with pre-war style. Very nicely made. Great cars.