Saturday, 24 September 2011
My first car!
There was something for everyone at the Saltaire Festival, including a feast of classic cars. As I said the other day, I still have a few 'vintage' clothes. Sadly I no longer have my first car... if I did it would be 'classic', and I was delighted to see one in the line-up. It was a Rover '90' (the mascot above is from the '80', which was very similar; the '90' is below.) Ours was black with grey leather seats (the front one was a bench seat, oh joy!) and real walnut fascia - and it was old even then. So solid and heavy, but I used to love driving it.
'Wagon Wheels' (a kind of chocolate biscuit - remember them?) whilst we wrestled with whether we could really afford £100 to buy a car. We did - and it did us proud for several years, until, exhaust held together with baked-bean cans and gun-gum bandages and with various other ad-hoc repairs painstakingly carried out in my dad's garage, someone ran into the back of us at some traffic lights. It was never quite the same after that (nor was I!) so we decided it had to be scrapped and we moved on to a sleeker model (a Ford Cortina, I seem to think). But that Rover 90 has a special place in my memories. Ah, happy days...