I was proud as punch of this car! I bought it in 1950 when I was demobbed from the RAF. It was a 1932 Standard Little 9 and cost me 45 pounds! In it I went all over the place – every weekend I would take a flask of drink, some sandwiches and a map and just wander the highways and byways of Surrey. Everything that could possibly go wrong with a car did so with this one but I loved it dearly. It had a sliding roof that leaked so if it was raining I literally had to cover myself with an umbrella – can you imagine that!!!! Think what the police would do to you today if they saw you driving whilst holding an open umbrella over your head!!
If I was going downhill with the wind behind me I could get 50 mph out of this car and once won a memorable race with an office friend who had an equally ancient Austin 7. For a bet we raced from Croydon to Brighton one Sunday and after an adventurous drive by both of us I beat him by less than 5 minutes!
Those were the great days of motoring which, alas, we shall never see repeated.