swee'pea99
Squire
My first car was a Herald I inherited from my mum. Knocking on 20 years old it was riddled with rust, to the extent that I fitted two new doors - neither the same colour as the original, or each other - and your feet got wet when it rained heavily, from the water sprayed up from the road (which you could see through the floor). The wheel fell of that one too. An embarrassing event, in quite a busy street...there was a dull cracking noise and the whole car pitched gently front and left, leaving the horizon at an angle. Passers-by were looking at the front of the car. 'Ah,' I thought, 'the wheel seems to have fallen off.' There was no getting round it...I had to get out, walk round the front and join the passers-by, then make a sort of 'ah, the wheel's fallen off' face. Not as easy as you might think...Triumphs are consistent if nothing else; we had a Dolomite, the engine blew up in France, a 2500 estate, the front wheel fell off, a Spitfire, my dad overturned it into a ditch, that was is fault though and a Herald, the bottom fell out of as it had rusted to buggery although that only cost £100 and a Panasonic Way. Halcyon days...
Loved that car.