How about a 'period' classics pictures thread
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Aunt Freda in Africa.
Dad's Gold Star and Mum's Capri Classic. Manchester, early 1960s.
Mum in her Capri Classic, on honeymoon in the Lake District in 1964.
Room with a view. Mum and Dad on holiday. Must ask her where this was.
She obviously took a shine to this.
Mum with Dad's Anglebox.
This came from relatives in America.
Dad and Mum in her Sprite. Visiting Dad's parents in Fleet, Hampshire.
Dad with the Frogeye. I think this was taken at Oulton Park.
Mum with the Frog.
Nope, it's not left hand drive. It's a handbag.
Here's me, VX Ventora and TVR Vixen. TVR factory, Hoo Hill, 1970.
Dad's Gold Star and Mum's Capri Classic. Manchester, early 1960s.
Mum in her Capri Classic, on honeymoon in the Lake District in 1964.
Room with a view. Mum and Dad on holiday. Must ask her where this was.
She obviously took a shine to this.
Mum with Dad's Anglebox.
This came from relatives in America.
Dad and Mum in her Sprite. Visiting Dad's parents in Fleet, Hampshire.
Dad with the Frogeye. I think this was taken at Oulton Park.
Mum with the Frog.
Nope, it's not left hand drive. It's a handbag.
Here's me, VX Ventora and TVR Vixen. TVR factory, Hoo Hill, 1970.
Should add your frogeye pics to this database, Garry will be pleased
https://frogeye.smugmug.com/Mk1SpritesFrogeye/Mk1-...
https://frogeye.smugmug.com/Mk1SpritesFrogeye/Mk1-...
Cant remember which of these I may have put up before, some may be duplicates. Rummaging through old family albums found this lot 
Mum looking cool
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Dads first spit
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Dads restored vit in the 80’s
Me at the start of my triumph addiction
Me bro sis early 90’s with dads 2.8 flying machine
Mum looking cool
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Dads first spit
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Me at the start of my triumph addiction
Me bro sis early 90’s with dads 2.8 flying machine
the period compulsory red wellies I had a pair of those too and around your age 
One thing which has struck a chord with me in this thread; old car pictures are so much more interesting with people/places in them.
I have boxes of pics of classic cars taken at various shows over the last 30 odd years, and apart from the date on the back they may as well have been taken last year. I've started binning them actually, I mean a Mk1 capri at the NEC Classic carshow looks the same now as in 1987...
Thanks to this thread I now try and include some human (or pet!) content in all my pictures unless the vehicular subject matter is absolutely spectacular or a complete one off (and we are talking Panther Six here!)
I have boxes of pics of classic cars taken at various shows over the last 30 odd years, and apart from the date on the back they may as well have been taken last year. I've started binning them actually, I mean a Mk1 capri at the NEC Classic carshow looks the same now as in 1987...
Thanks to this thread I now try and include some human (or pet!) content in all my pictures unless the vehicular subject matter is absolutely spectacular or a complete one off (and we are talking Panther Six here!)
These are of pics my dad's Austin 7 he bought in 1948. The receipt says he paid 61 pounds for it. Reg OJ 7630.
When I was but a young lad in the early 1950's, my parents would regale me of tales and adventures in their jalopy. They said it was falling to bits when dad bought it. Cars were in very short supply in those days.
Dad used to tell me of his RAF days. The squadron owned a couple of old Austin 7's. When they went into town, they used to chalk the names of the passengers on the bonnet. When you got back to the car you would rub your name off. The last man to return would drive back, drunk or not.
OJ served mom and dad for a few years. They used to tell amusing stories of their adventures in it. The passenger seat was held in with pieces of wire. The seat would turn with mom in it when they went around a corner. Mom would beg dad to go around an opposite corner for her to turn back facing the front. One day, the handbrake lever came off in his hand. He threw it out of the window saying "I never used it anyway!". They used to go out usually with friends. When they got to a hill, the passengers would have to get out and help push it up. Going down was a breeze but a worry as you could run into something because the brakes were so bad. Dad used to park it on a piece of waste ground opposite their house, in the Birmingham slums. People would remark to him that another piece had dropped off yesterday. The day he part-exchanged it in 1950-odd, the chassis snapped and he stood in front of it so the salesman wouldn't notice. He got away with it, and drove out with a Vanguard.
The pictures (above) are in late 1948 in Torquay."
When I was but a young lad in the early 1950's, my parents would regale me of tales and adventures in their jalopy. They said it was falling to bits when dad bought it. Cars were in very short supply in those days.
Dad used to tell me of his RAF days. The squadron owned a couple of old Austin 7's. When they went into town, they used to chalk the names of the passengers on the bonnet. When you got back to the car you would rub your name off. The last man to return would drive back, drunk or not.
OJ served mom and dad for a few years. They used to tell amusing stories of their adventures in it. The passenger seat was held in with pieces of wire. The seat would turn with mom in it when they went around a corner. Mom would beg dad to go around an opposite corner for her to turn back facing the front. One day, the handbrake lever came off in his hand. He threw it out of the window saying "I never used it anyway!". They used to go out usually with friends. When they got to a hill, the passengers would have to get out and help push it up. Going down was a breeze but a worry as you could run into something because the brakes were so bad. Dad used to park it on a piece of waste ground opposite their house, in the Birmingham slums. People would remark to him that another piece had dropped off yesterday. The day he part-exchanged it in 1950-odd, the chassis snapped and he stood in front of it so the salesman wouldn't notice. He got away with it, and drove out with a Vanguard.
The pictures (above) are in late 1948 in Torquay."
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