Not all of them were actually mine. Some were shared; some belonged to the company I was working for at the time; some belonged to friends or family. But in all cases, I was either the principal driver or I used them and looked after them enough for them to feel like they were mine.
The list has actually grown since that thread. Apart from the fact that I’ve bought two more cars since, I’ve also had my memory refreshed by finding some old stuff.
Most of the pictures I’m putting up aren’t of the actual vehicles. It’s proving to be a pain to dig out old photos which I’m not sure I even have any more. So I've lifted most the majority from the web. Some source pictures were better than others, which is why I've levelled them out a bit by posting them as monochrome. Well, it is how it was in the old days ..
Here’s how it all started.
My first vehicle. Not what I wanted, but it did represent a kind of freedom.
The very first car I tried to drive belonged to my uncle in Germany.
The scooter wasn't all that reliable, so I ran a mate's spare bike when I needed it.
17th birthday. Dad picked me up from school with my provisional licence in his pocket. I learned to drive in one of these.
The licence was a godsend. I could get sent out of the office to deliver contracts. This was the company's pool car.
My first car! bum droppings, but mine! Bought off a pal for £10 (£2 down and the rest over 4 months), it lasted 100 miles before the half-shaft broke.
The Minx being broken, I pushed it into a churchyard and left a note saying it was a present. Another pal bailed me out by lending me his spare bike for a while.
At last, a reliable car. It cost me 3 weeks wages but often did hundreds of miles a week.
To be continued ...
what on earth was a church meant to do with a broken Hilman Minx? 
