I posted this on another thread, which really was a bump. It was just regarding some of the jingoistic Brxxxit stuff you read on this and other forums.
it goes ...
I first visited Europe in the late 50s, as a passenger in my parents car, a 1959 Ford Anglia - the one with the reverse angled rear window. It was a brave and sparkling yellow and white. We'll show the Johnny foreigner our the quality of our English, err, American-ish cars. The passenger door had to be tied in to stop it flying open. It only had 4 speeds, and one of them went missing. The brakes went on a mountain pass. It was rubbish (the car) . But we loved it. Europe, that is. It was so vibrant. So different. It lived for the moment. So that magic has remained for me. I've been back many times. Later on I went with my new girl friend, later, wife. In my brand new red Austin-Healey Sprite. The brakes went on a Swiss mountain pass. It and I just survived. I took my own kids later on in a brand new Austin Allegro - the one with the square steering wheel. The suspension collapsed every 3,000 miles, and since we did 3,000 miles ... and of course, the brakes went , etc. It too was rubbish.
I missed out the European trips I did with my Velocette Viper. You had to throw all your weight on to the the kick starter, you'd crash down on the seat, and the kick starter would fail mid-way, or kick back. It's amazing I had any children. A wonderful example of Britlish engineering.
We now have no truly British mass production cars. I wonder why. Still, let's make Britain great again.
it goes ...
I first visited Europe in the late 50s, as a passenger in my parents car, a 1959 Ford Anglia - the one with the reverse angled rear window. It was a brave and sparkling yellow and white. We'll show the Johnny foreigner our the quality of our English, err, American-ish cars. The passenger door had to be tied in to stop it flying open. It only had 4 speeds, and one of them went missing. The brakes went on a mountain pass. It was rubbish (the car) . But we loved it. Europe, that is. It was so vibrant. So different. It lived for the moment. So that magic has remained for me. I've been back many times. Later on I went with my new girl friend, later, wife. In my brand new red Austin-Healey Sprite. The brakes went on a Swiss mountain pass. It and I just survived. I took my own kids later on in a brand new Austin Allegro - the one with the square steering wheel. The suspension collapsed every 3,000 miles, and since we did 3,000 miles ... and of course, the brakes went , etc. It too was rubbish.
I missed out the European trips I did with my Velocette Viper. You had to throw all your weight on to the the kick starter, you'd crash down on the seat, and the kick starter would fail mid-way, or kick back. It's amazing I had any children. A wonderful example of Britlish engineering.
We now have no truly British mass production cars. I wonder why. Still, let's make Britain great again.
