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Cars we were brought home in


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will have to see if my dad has pics next time I'm up North but it was one of these -

 

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had to go not longer after I came along as I was the 3rd child and apparently Mum complained it was awkward getting us all in and out....he's never forgiven me for it..

 

First car I actually remember was a Red Renault 12 TL Reg. WEK 876S

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Exactly the same as this, but on Toyota wheels rather than Wolfrace slots. Didn't last very long as my Dad sold it and his bike and acquired a brown Cressida because it had more room.

 

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Will have to dig out photos of them both.

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My father was in the Fire Service when I was born. It would be nice to think that I came home in something like this, but unfortunately they'd gone long before I came on the scene :) :

 

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So was he Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble or Grubb?
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When I sold the Jag of much beigeness just a couple of months before my lad was born I was gutted that the first car he was is wasn't going to be a Jag anymore. I really hadn't thought the whole thing through. 

Thankfully JohnK came to the rescue and he got his first ride in a waft of luxury listening to dub reggae.

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This is quite a thread resurrection.  Great to see lots of old names on the early pages.

Renault 10 for me, like this one.

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They were a somewhat leftfield choice even when ours was new in 1968.  But my father did have a tendency to plough his own furrow.

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One of these, apparently , for extra jeopardy it had a paraffin tank strapped on the back as it was winter. Also, according to family folklore my mum had to walk in front with a torch part of the way home because the fog ( smog) was so bad , this meant my dad had me in his arms and steered with one hand, so effectively I was behind the wheel from birth!  Although it should be noted my parents were little more than children themselves , being 17 and 16.

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I would have come home in my Dad’s Mitsubishi Magna Wagon.

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It was just like this one, only his was a strange metallic pink colour.

It was a company car and Dad was very pleased when he got it as he specifically asked for a station wagon instead of a saloon and the only wagon they could get was a top spec one with alloys, colour coding, velour and electric everything, his colleagues were very jealous.

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(In 1968), a 1964 B-reg 997cc in a light fawn colour. My carri-cot (with me in it) was often just placed in the back along with the electrician's tools and drums of cable.

A few years later my younger bro came along and was brought home in something a bit more sporty. A H-reg fern green 1600E just like this one.

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I was 6 before I ever went in a car,  even then it wasn't ours.

My dad had a Combination until he passed his car test age 54. couldn't kick the bike up any more due to byssinosos.

Quite likely that's what I went home in,

BSA, Norton, Panther, Triumph.  Who knows, I can remember all those.

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