How about a 'period' classics pictures thread
Discussion
TR4man said:
Bodo said:
2002 in Jagel
te visibility as Tornados are quite big and noticeable; the accompanying pic from the other direction suggests it's at the 51st reconnaissance wing base, Jagel.
They were quite popular as cabs and official cars (i.e. cars used by the government, police, fire services etc) since the beginning of cars ownership in Norway. The 1957 Chevrolet in the second picture is registered as a cab. But their popularity gradually decreased into the '70s as European and Japanese cars become larger and more reliable and importation started to get more organized.
And although it is not really visible in thsee pictures, what was also unusual about Norwegian cars at the time was the high amount of eastern block cars as buying them were not restricted in the same way as western cars were. ZIMs and Volga cars were quite common as cabs.
And although it is not really visible in thsee pictures, what was also unusual about Norwegian cars at the time was the high amount of eastern block cars as buying them were not restricted in the same way as western cars were. ZIMs and Volga cars were quite common as cabs.
Edited by galro on Monday 1st February 15:51
Another Land Rover memory - "First impressions" - Winter '68/69.
Having written off my few months old Company car Ford Escort 1100 NOC 545F on December 18 1968, the Company insurance declined to insure me
fully comp for the next year. Obviously persona non grata I was immediately demoted to driving the oldest company crocs they could find. An old black
Hillman Minx had to suffice for a young 18 year old go getter. It lasted two days before the engine died in spectacular fashion. No doubt as a result of my, shall we say, exuberant driving style. I of course blamed it on the poor rate of progress on the deep snow, constantly revving the ar*e off it while stuck. In reality I hadn't checked the antifreeze, the oil boiled and the engine seized. At that time I was working in some 20 odd miles from home. So the boss relegated me to driving the oldest vehicle he could find, an old 1955 Land Rover reg, if memory serves, SUE 595. The blokes in the workshop called it Sue Three. They said it had only 3 usable gears, 3 bald tyres, reputedly had a broken front half-shaft so was 3 wheel drive and most of the time ran on 3 cylinders. Recently painted bright orange, the Company name and "MOBILE SERVICE ENGINEER" printed on the sides. It looked good but was a positive freezing heap inside. It had to the moon and back mileage, was a horrible drive, it wandered all over the place and was so slow. However I was using a Landy in the snow, I was invincible, I was Scott of the Antarctic. I was cool again AND it had a yellow rotating beacon of the roof! I had a shovel in the back, a huge JCB battery in the back with my meagre tool box and a set of heavy duty jumper cables made out of welding cables. Oh and a new dayglow yellow jacket. Although on staff, my boss made it plain he would dock my pay if I let a bit of snow stop me from getting to work. So I had no excuse for not getting to work.
In the last few days of December a new girl had started in the office. She wore the shortest mini-skirts and I quite fancied her but she was demure with a great sense of humour and definitely refused my stumbling advances. As the snow worsened a few days later she rang in and reported the buses were cancelled and she couldn't get to work. My boss told me to go and get her in the Landy. Out like a shot I easily made the few miles to her village and picked her up [having gallantly put a towel over the filthy seat]. That day me and the girl got on well. We talked a lot and she mentioned how her parents loved their newish house with its beautiful lawn. Later taking her home in the dark I was impressing her with my mastery of driving in the snow, whilst everyone else was struggling. With snow powering down I could hardly see a thing and coming up the small rise in her road to her home I demonstrated how well the Landy handled. Heaving the steering left and right, I completely lost it and ploughed sideways on to the lawn to a halt inches from her front door, slightly scraping the pole that held up the car port. Not realising what I had done, I let her out and bid a hasty retreat. In the words of the Wilderness Trappers the snow covered my tracks. [My excuse is the lawn was hidden under snow.]
So the next day I asked her out and she agreed. But a week or so later the snow had gone and the evidence of my escapade was clear, huge ruts in the manicured lawn and there is no mistaking Landy tracks. I manned up and apologised and I have to say her father [a warm and lovely man] took in all in good grace with a wry smile but her mom reprimanded me for my muddy footprints on the new carpet.
That girl became my wife and we later had a beautiful daughter. All thanks to the Landy!
That Landy looked something like this:
Having written off my few months old Company car Ford Escort 1100 NOC 545F on December 18 1968, the Company insurance declined to insure me
fully comp for the next year. Obviously persona non grata I was immediately demoted to driving the oldest company crocs they could find. An old black
Hillman Minx had to suffice for a young 18 year old go getter. It lasted two days before the engine died in spectacular fashion. No doubt as a result of my, shall we say, exuberant driving style. I of course blamed it on the poor rate of progress on the deep snow, constantly revving the ar*e off it while stuck. In reality I hadn't checked the antifreeze, the oil boiled and the engine seized. At that time I was working in some 20 odd miles from home. So the boss relegated me to driving the oldest vehicle he could find, an old 1955 Land Rover reg, if memory serves, SUE 595. The blokes in the workshop called it Sue Three. They said it had only 3 usable gears, 3 bald tyres, reputedly had a broken front half-shaft so was 3 wheel drive and most of the time ran on 3 cylinders. Recently painted bright orange, the Company name and "MOBILE SERVICE ENGINEER" printed on the sides. It looked good but was a positive freezing heap inside. It had to the moon and back mileage, was a horrible drive, it wandered all over the place and was so slow. However I was using a Landy in the snow, I was invincible, I was Scott of the Antarctic. I was cool again AND it had a yellow rotating beacon of the roof! I had a shovel in the back, a huge JCB battery in the back with my meagre tool box and a set of heavy duty jumper cables made out of welding cables. Oh and a new dayglow yellow jacket. Although on staff, my boss made it plain he would dock my pay if I let a bit of snow stop me from getting to work. So I had no excuse for not getting to work.
In the last few days of December a new girl had started in the office. She wore the shortest mini-skirts and I quite fancied her but she was demure with a great sense of humour and definitely refused my stumbling advances. As the snow worsened a few days later she rang in and reported the buses were cancelled and she couldn't get to work. My boss told me to go and get her in the Landy. Out like a shot I easily made the few miles to her village and picked her up [having gallantly put a towel over the filthy seat]. That day me and the girl got on well. We talked a lot and she mentioned how her parents loved their newish house with its beautiful lawn. Later taking her home in the dark I was impressing her with my mastery of driving in the snow, whilst everyone else was struggling. With snow powering down I could hardly see a thing and coming up the small rise in her road to her home I demonstrated how well the Landy handled. Heaving the steering left and right, I completely lost it and ploughed sideways on to the lawn to a halt inches from her front door, slightly scraping the pole that held up the car port. Not realising what I had done, I let her out and bid a hasty retreat. In the words of the Wilderness Trappers the snow covered my tracks. [My excuse is the lawn was hidden under snow.]
So the next day I asked her out and she agreed. But a week or so later the snow had gone and the evidence of my escapade was clear, huge ruts in the manicured lawn and there is no mistaking Landy tracks. I manned up and apologised and I have to say her father [a warm and lovely man] took in all in good grace with a wry smile but her mom reprimanded me for my muddy footprints on the new carpet.
That girl became my wife and we later had a beautiful daughter. All thanks to the Landy!
That Landy looked something like this:
E31Shrew said:
This is a cutting from Mail in 1966. Wonder where the car is now! Car was a DB5 and was given to Prince Andrew. Thought the headline was a bit harsh.
Edited by E31Shrew on Monday 29th June 09:17
Edited by E31Shrew on Monday 29th June 09:31
I think I may have put one of these on here many moons ago but can't remember ...
Southend sea front - I'd say late 70s ... cop the white sidewalls on the P6 ...
Outside my father-in-laws early 80s - the Lancia was a 1.3 the DVLA site tells me
And his old Daimler ... this and the Lancia shuffled off this mortal coil in 1985 ...
Wife to be (many years later) on her then boyfriend's RD200 Yamaha ...
These next photos are courtesy of a local Mustang owner - I scanned them in and put them on the club site a few years back ...
Southend sea front - I'd say late 70s ... cop the white sidewalls on the P6 ...
Outside my father-in-laws early 80s - the Lancia was a 1.3 the DVLA site tells me
And his old Daimler ... this and the Lancia shuffled off this mortal coil in 1985 ...
Wife to be (many years later) on her then boyfriend's RD200 Yamaha ...
These next photos are courtesy of a local Mustang owner - I scanned them in and put them on the club site a few years back ...
One of the house we moved into in 1968 and my grandad's Jag outside with my dad about to get in it ... (and the house today)
These are the only pics I have of my dad's much-loved Cortina Mk 1 1500 - green with a white flash ... 135 YKR. At my nan's bungalow in Lincolnshire in I reckon, 1965 - and the same place today ...
These are the only pics I have of my dad's much-loved Cortina Mk 1 1500 - green with a white flash ... 135 YKR. At my nan's bungalow in Lincolnshire in I reckon, 1965 - and the same place today ...
Edited by uk66fastback on Thursday 4th February 02:09
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