Wattie
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Thought this might be interesting and get creative juices flowing. What’s your story and early memories?
My early ones as a kid were crank handle started green Morris minors and then. broken down ford escorts, Seluki Bronze no-less, a £1 paint extra(clutch problem) after a Edinburgh to London trip (12 hours at dads speed), a Ford anglia that my dad had a concrete slab in the back of, to stop it spinning (apparantly). The idea never took off and go demonstrate why he spun it on the downwards slope towards Glencrse Golf club one night with us in it across the dual carriageway. Fortunately no horses and carriage were coming in the opposite direction
No harm done.
Thereafter, I remember having a Porsche fetish, not really 911’s, but 928’s (especially after Risky Business). Hormone related I suspect.My first car memory was returning from the Glasgow car show,.....early 80’s with tons of brochures full of crushed velour. Most of the cars I couldn’t get near....not even the Toyota Supra. My point dream at the time.
Didn’t deter the lust.
My dad wasn’t interested in cars at all bless him- even when I suggested he import a Vauxhall Nova SR fromBelgium, cos it was better than our Toyota Starlet......funnily enough my Mrs 1st car too. Importing at the time was the rage.
I did however recognise immediately the chick pulling power of wheels and my first car was a triumph dolomite 1500 (twin carb for haters HR, with overdrive bit like a boardroom on wheels, with woodworm. Thought it would attract a girl keen on polishing things.
Not even the Dollysprint cos that was £800.
Anyway, to cut a long story short,Triumphs, fords, vw’s, rovers, volvos, vauxhallls, thunderbirds, Mercs, Chrysler’s, renaults, Alfa’s, Jaguars, Bmw’s, Atom and Maseratis later, I’ve been fortunate to drive a lot.
My Dad stilll wouldn’t be impressed nor care- bless him....he was in a lot and couldn’t give a sh1t.
Not Materialistic or car driven at all.
Luck, fortune and some hard work got me into 911’s over the years. Something I never ever thought I’d achieve. At the time , I rememember thinking the Aston Vantage equivalent was gorgeous. Bond, if I’d been single at that time I’d have had one, bow tie too.
Wasn’t, Went Cayenne turbo after 911’s. Some machine.
Funny, but as much as I appreciate Ferrari,i’ve never desired one. I think it’s because I went Maserati first. Never dreamed of a Lamborghini either. When I had the Atom, my friend had a Gallado, cost him a fortune. Broken down every 5 weeks. Atom thrills were cheaper and as quick acceleration wise- an a experience like no other.
So dream car, here and now
I’d take a Quattroporte or a Granturismo, GTS V8, noise , shape, with the technology and reliability of my current Merc.
That would be quite a car.
My early ones as a kid were crank handle started green Morris minors and then. broken down ford escorts, Seluki Bronze no-less, a £1 paint extra(clutch problem) after a Edinburgh to London trip (12 hours at dads speed), a Ford anglia that my dad had a concrete slab in the back of, to stop it spinning (apparantly). The idea never took off and go demonstrate why he spun it on the downwards slope towards Glencrse Golf club one night with us in it across the dual carriageway. Fortunately no horses and carriage were coming in the opposite direction
No harm done.
Thereafter, I remember having a Porsche fetish, not really 911’s, but 928’s (especially after Risky Business). Hormone related I suspect.My first car memory was returning from the Glasgow car show,.....early 80’s with tons of brochures full of crushed velour. Most of the cars I couldn’t get near....not even the Toyota Supra. My point dream at the time.
Didn’t deter the lust.
My dad wasn’t interested in cars at all bless him- even when I suggested he import a Vauxhall Nova SR fromBelgium, cos it was better than our Toyota Starlet......funnily enough my Mrs 1st car too. Importing at the time was the rage.
I did however recognise immediately the chick pulling power of wheels and my first car was a triumph dolomite 1500 (twin carb for haters HR, with overdrive bit like a boardroom on wheels, with woodworm. Thought it would attract a girl keen on polishing things.
Not even the Dollysprint cos that was £800.
Anyway, to cut a long story short,Triumphs, fords, vw’s, rovers, volvos, vauxhallls, thunderbirds, Mercs, Chrysler’s, renaults, Alfa’s, Jaguars, Bmw’s, Atom and Maseratis later, I’ve been fortunate to drive a lot.
My Dad stilll wouldn’t be impressed nor care- bless him....he was in a lot and couldn’t give a sh1t.
Not Materialistic or car driven at all.
Luck, fortune and some hard work got me into 911’s over the years. Something I never ever thought I’d achieve. At the time , I rememember thinking the Aston Vantage equivalent was gorgeous. Bond, if I’d been single at that time I’d have had one, bow tie too.
Wasn’t, Went Cayenne turbo after 911’s. Some machine.
Funny, but as much as I appreciate Ferrari,i’ve never desired one. I think it’s because I went Maserati first. Never dreamed of a Lamborghini either. When I had the Atom, my friend had a Gallado, cost him a fortune. Broken down every 5 weeks. Atom thrills were cheaper and as quick acceleration wise- an a experience like no other.
So dream car, here and now
I’d take a Quattroporte or a Granturismo, GTS V8, noise , shape, with the technology and reliability of my current Merc.
That would be quite a car.