My first car was a split windscreen Morris Minor too, in grey, from 1951. In 1970 I waitressed in Gloucester to earn the forty pounds to buy it from a local postman who was restoring it. He did a good job. Like yours it then became a taxi, in my case for my fellow drama students, taking them safely home all over north London in the small hours, in varied states of intoxication, it being the seventies. The only thing I ever had to replace was a short rubber water hose, somewhere on Adelaide Road near Chalk Farm tube station. Morry reliably whizzed me up and down the A40 between London and the Gloucestershire countryside for three years, one memorable night driving across the Cotswolds on an empty road lit only by the spilt milk of the full moon. I allowed him to be replaced only because my grandmother left my mother a car that she then gave to me. I sold Morry for the original forty pound plus a rather good painting by the purchaser that I still have on my wall. I wish I had never parted with him. Apart from the investment value, he was solid, and quite possibly the most reliable partner I have ever had. I miss him still.
Double declutching! Not thought about that for a long time. This was a delightful journey into the past, I can't believe we used to do things like that. I used to have a boyfriend whose car didn't reverse, so we had to get out and push the car round manually
My first car was a split windscreen Morris Minor too, in grey, from 1951. In 1970 I waitressed in Gloucester to earn the forty pounds to buy it from a local postman who was restoring it. He did a good job. Like yours it then became a taxi, in my case for my fellow drama students, taking them safely home all over north London in the small hours, in varied states of intoxication, it being the seventies. The only thing I ever had to replace was a short rubber water hose, somewhere on Adelaide Road near Chalk Farm tube station. Morry reliably whizzed me up and down the A40 between London and the Gloucestershire countryside for three years, one memorable night driving across the Cotswolds on an empty road lit only by the spilt milk of the full moon. I allowed him to be replaced only because my grandmother left my mother a car that she then gave to me. I sold Morry for the original forty pound plus a rather good painting by the purchaser that I still have on my wall. I wish I had never parted with him. Apart from the investment value, he was solid, and quite possibly the most reliable partner I have ever had. I miss him still.
Double declutching! Not thought about that for a long time. This was a delightful journey into the past, I can't believe we used to do things like that. I used to have a boyfriend whose car didn't reverse, so we had to get out and push the car round manually
Oh yes, double declutching, I remember it well!!