For those of you who read my previous post which suggested you should look for the small photo of my good self languishing on the bonnet of my 1939 Rover 12 and wondered where said photo was secreted I have uploaded a rather larger version, although I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so large.
The way things are going I may have to change the name of what is fast becoming a motoring diary rather than a diary of a country bumpkin and with that in mind I have to report that I have had yet another whimsy turn and purchased yet another motor.
The purchase was facilitated with the assistance of ebay and I suspect, the occasion of an ‘important’ football match which left just myself and one other chap available to bid on a rather splendid 1967 Morris Minor 1000.
Whilst everyone else was apparently engrossed elsewhere I was lucky enough to purchase said car complete with MOT, (remember them?) for the price of one which would normally only be of use as spares.
We went down to Brighton to pick her up and I was immediately impressed by the lack of brakes however as someone who started life with a 1935 Austin Seven I was used to looking at the horizon before making decisions about whether there was any likelihood of having to stop the bugger or not.
New drum brakes have since been purchased along with new hoses, fan belt and many other essential service items at what seem like very reasonable prices.
I will at some time in the future post a photo of the Morris Minor, in the mean time may I take this opportunity to wish all my fellow classic car enthusiasts happy motoring and toodle pip for now.