What boring cars did you really desire once upon a time?
Discussion
robsco said:
I always remember having a bit of a fascination with the Vauxhall Vectra Supertouring. Still like them now. One of the best details on the Vectra was the way the lines in the bonnet followed through to the mirrors.
O/T but I think I spy a turd brown Triumph 2000 in the background!Agrilla said:
And also 
Not boring, but I only wanted it because it bore my initials! I was only 6 or 7 though
My dad had one of those... He got caught doing over a ton in it with me in the baby seat, merely months old. Bit of a dumb thing to do in hindsight, but I guess that's now why I am on this website. One of my very first car rides... Essex white RS turbo going hell for leather.Not boring, but I only wanted it because it bore my initials! I was only 6 or 7 though
When at school I got all the brochures for the Sierra whilst my parents were browsing the dealership. I used to fantasise about being able to get a Ghia/2000E over an Ls or a GLs or whatever they were. Always loved a glossy new car brochure, and they can usually make any car an attractive proposition! Have never owned any Ford and now cant see myself ever wanting to now!..I moved onto desiring a Porker 944 in my early teens and still do..
But did any of you ever get to indulge your childhood boring car passions?
It was s
t in almost every way. No, worse than that - the bits which hadn't fallen apart or rusted off showed an insane dedication to mediocrity, from the "well, it doesn't spear wildly off the road that often, it's good enough" handling to the powerplant, which was firmly in the "quiet, powerful, economical; pick zero" school of engine design.
My excuse was that I was a student, it was £550, and cheaper to insure than anything else by about 20%, possibly because the whole theft part of the equation was irrelevant and most third parties would be too ashamed to admit what crashed into them, leaving you paying merely the near four figure sum represented by the risk it might catch fire for no good reason and burn something valuable down.
Of course I didn't realise how bad it was at the time, so it probably all worked out okay. And at least I had the valuable experience of trying to coax a car to run on more than two cylinders on the hard shoulder of the M40!
It was s
t in almost every way. No, worse than that - the bits which hadn't fallen apart or rusted off showed an insane dedication to mediocrity, from the "well, it doesn't spear wildly off the road that often, it's good enough" handling to the powerplant, which was firmly in the "quiet, powerful, economical; pick zero" school of engine design.My excuse was that I was a student, it was £550, and cheaper to insure than anything else by about 20%, possibly because the whole theft part of the equation was irrelevant and most third parties would be too ashamed to admit what crashed into them, leaving you paying merely the near four figure sum represented by the risk it might catch fire for no good reason and burn something valuable down.
Of course I didn't realise how bad it was at the time, so it probably all worked out okay. And at least I had the valuable experience of trying to coax a car to run on more than two cylinders on the hard shoulder of the M40!
Raize said:
I wanted a Vauxhall Senator.
Oh yeah. When I was 16, my Mayes boss at his Saturday job had a snotter fetish and picked one up for £300 iirc at an auction.Came with negligible paperwork, grotty arches and duck-tape sunroof.
Discovered a little while later it was ex-plod, had done time patrolling London and had been breathed on somewhere down the line.
Silly quick, sideways and unbreakable.
In the end rot, MOT issues and 12mpg all became too much for him... So it ended up being punted on as spares/repair.
My boring car I always wanted:
Immaculate xr3i or e30 325... Neither anything truly special, but since 13/14 I've always wanted one.
Always wanted an escort cosworth too since first watched rallying at about 8 years old
Gassing Station | General Gassing | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff