My first car was a Hillman Imp - if it rained heavy I used to park up and shelter in shop doorways, the rain came in through the quarter lights, rear window seal and ''somewhere'' via a run off channel, it would fill the passenger side footwell in about ten minutes ..... puddle cleared by driving a 6'' nail through the floorpan.
inherited an Imp from my pop, saved him sending to the scrappy, suffice to say i ended up sending it there after a few weeks, rust bucket
I started driving in my old mans VW Variant, now that was a war horse of a car.... turning circle of the QE2, then when I started to get lessons they gave me a Metro, kin hell not much difference.
You should see what the young whipper snappers do with metro's these days. ****ing hell they're fast. Nowt more than a glorified baked bean can on wheels. Stick a powerful engine in one and the result is scary. Fortunately, most of them end up crashed. Fatally.
I remember sitting in one of those on Arthur Reid's pitch on Bev Road, near to Redifusion, donkeys years ago, it felt fantastic, fitted me like a glove, shame that they turned out to be just another Triumph rotbox.
My old man had a Triumph Dolomite and it was a ****ing embarrassment. It was canary yellow and I hated it. He loved it though, the barmy old sod.
I learned to drive in one of those with BSM, and it was yellow, it felt like the mutts nuts at the time.
Remember the old man had a Vauxhall Victor. Bench seat in the front, he used to deliberately turn corners sharply just so i'd get to slide across the seat and end up in the footwell!! No need for seatbelts in them days. Then he had a Hillman Hunter MAT 766F, followed by a Hillman Avenger CAT 319K. ****ed if i know what the reg on my car is now but cant forget them.
Actually I think it might have been more of a mustard yellow than a canary yellow. It was still ****e though.
