Old cars that just depress you.
Discussion
NelsonR32 said:
A nerd who I used to go to school with drives around in one of these in the same colour...his girlfriend has a blue one
I'm not a Vauxhall fan, but I will admit that the mk.1 Astra has dated very well. Extra points if it's one of the very early ones with the non opening tailgaterohrl said:
Riley Blue said:
Fiat Strada - an awful car in every respect, absolutely no redeeming features whatsoever.
Strada Abarth 130TC
Wouldn't have swapped my Manta GTE for it but wouldn't have been upset to own one
I hate to say it, but MGBs.
They are just so ubiquitous, almost middle of the road if you'll excuse the pun. I know that there is an enthusiastic owners' group and loyal following etc. I know that they are nice people; but it's all a bit dull.
I have been to classic car shows and seen every variety, from rubber nosed hard tops to Heritage bodied ringers upon which every component is younger than me. None has an enormous amount of appeal. there seem to be more now, tootling about, than in 1980!
Perhaps it harks back to a contrived state of true Britishness. We know that, whilst pretending to enjoy the neon glow of a nightclub, we would rather be at home; sitting on G-Plan and watching Inspector Morse. Or perhaps drinking tea in a static caravan in Happisburgh watching drizzle slide down a perspex window.
The MGB seems to bellow "I don't deserve any excitement, I'm British". I can't work up any desire in the face of that. Its very mechanics seem to convey this ideal: leaf springs, twin six volt batteries, sealed beam headlights, overdrive that doesn't work.
I don't hate the MGB; but whenever I see a pristine example rolling past I see a missed opportunity. All that skill, that restorative craft could have been sprinkled on something far more interesting.
They are just so ubiquitous, almost middle of the road if you'll excuse the pun. I know that there is an enthusiastic owners' group and loyal following etc. I know that they are nice people; but it's all a bit dull.
I have been to classic car shows and seen every variety, from rubber nosed hard tops to Heritage bodied ringers upon which every component is younger than me. None has an enormous amount of appeal. there seem to be more now, tootling about, than in 1980!
Perhaps it harks back to a contrived state of true Britishness. We know that, whilst pretending to enjoy the neon glow of a nightclub, we would rather be at home; sitting on G-Plan and watching Inspector Morse. Or perhaps drinking tea in a static caravan in Happisburgh watching drizzle slide down a perspex window.
The MGB seems to bellow "I don't deserve any excitement, I'm British". I can't work up any desire in the face of that. Its very mechanics seem to convey this ideal: leaf springs, twin six volt batteries, sealed beam headlights, overdrive that doesn't work.
I don't hate the MGB; but whenever I see a pristine example rolling past I see a missed opportunity. All that skill, that restorative craft could have been sprinkled on something far more interesting.
Futuramic said:
I hate to say it, but MGBs.
They are just so ubiquitous, almost middle of the road if you'll excuse the pun. I know that there is an enthusiastic owners' group and loyal following etc. I know that they are nice people; but it's all a bit dull.
I have been to classic car shows and seen every variety, from rubber nosed hard tops to Heritage bodied ringers upon which every component is younger than me. None has an enormous amount of appeal. there seem to be more now, tootling about, than in 1980!
Perhaps it harks back to a contrived state of true Britishness. We know that, whilst pretending to enjoy the neon glow of a nightclub, we would rather be at home; sitting on G-Plan and watching Inspector Morse. Or perhaps drinking tea in a static caravan in Happisburgh watching drizzle slide down a perspex window.
The MGB seems to bellow "I don't deserve any excitement, I'm British". I can't work up any desire in the face of that. Its very mechanics seem to convey this ideal: leaf springs, twin six volt batteries, sealed beam headlights, overdrive that doesn't work.
I don't hate the MGB; but whenever I see a pristine example rolling past I see a missed opportunity. All that skill, that restorative craft could have been sprinkled on something far more interesting.
Oooooh - you'll be in big trouble - criticising the Morris Oxford Roadster is a capital offence!They are just so ubiquitous, almost middle of the road if you'll excuse the pun. I know that there is an enthusiastic owners' group and loyal following etc. I know that they are nice people; but it's all a bit dull.
I have been to classic car shows and seen every variety, from rubber nosed hard tops to Heritage bodied ringers upon which every component is younger than me. None has an enormous amount of appeal. there seem to be more now, tootling about, than in 1980!
Perhaps it harks back to a contrived state of true Britishness. We know that, whilst pretending to enjoy the neon glow of a nightclub, we would rather be at home; sitting on G-Plan and watching Inspector Morse. Or perhaps drinking tea in a static caravan in Happisburgh watching drizzle slide down a perspex window.
The MGB seems to bellow "I don't deserve any excitement, I'm British". I can't work up any desire in the face of that. Its very mechanics seem to convey this ideal: leaf springs, twin six volt batteries, sealed beam headlights, overdrive that doesn't work.
I don't hate the MGB; but whenever I see a pristine example rolling past I see a missed opportunity. All that skill, that restorative craft could have been sprinkled on something far more interesting.
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