Originally Posted by
Woolly
As a young and very naive youth in the late 50’s, l thought a red British sports car would impress the opposite sex. However, with a dire shortage of cash, the only thing I could afford was a Singer 9 . It was red, but I soon realised that was its only good feature. The brakes were operated by a fiendish system of rods and I could only ever get one to work at a time, and then it would lock up just one wheel. The body was aluminium on a wooden frame, but it was not supported behind the front seats, so it sagged and cracked and threatened to part company with the rest, the hood leaked and the side curtains flapped, but I persevered for a year or so,even though the opposite sex were singularly unimpressed. The end came one wet night coming back along the Geelong road when a piston which had been frantically buzzing up and down the tiny long stroke motor fell apart. My mate and I left it where it was, around Werribee somewhere I think, and hitched home.
I wonder how many 18 year olds today would put up with a car like that?
The other disastrous car we had was a Saab 99, and yes, the motor was related to a Dolomite. The most reliable, toughest and longest serving non 4wd we owned was a VE Valiant, which a grandson intends to restore one day. Hope I live to see it!
Cheers,
Woolly.