When we were kids
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My Dad used to have a Daimler Majestic Major.
I used to sit in the back practising my best regal wave
to all the on-lookers.....
The carpets in that car where a least 6" deep..It had mahogany lift up tables on the back of the seats for the passengers and a secret hidey Hole for yer dosh
i thought i was the Bees Knees...........
If my Dad ( sadly no longer here !!)could see my Tivvie he would be so impresssed I can tell you....
I used to sit in the back practising my best regal wave

to all the on-lookers.....
The carpets in that car where a least 6" deep..It had mahogany lift up tables on the back of the seats for the passengers and a secret hidey Hole for yer dosh
i thought i was the Bees Knees...........
If my Dad ( sadly no longer here !!)could see my Tivvie he would be so impresssed I can tell you....
When I was a wee tyke, I used to sit for hours in my dad's Cooper S, pretending I was rally driving. I took a shine to the centre console, so when I went to Hospital (had to go a lot for asthma), there was a Noddy car, with a Mini Centre console in it. Naturally I calimed this as mine. The one day some little kid wanted the car, but I wouldn't let him have it. So he put his arms around my neck, (my mother thought he was going to kiss me!!) and the little bugger bit me!
Anyhow, when I started to drive I actually got to drive that Cooper S for real.
And it's just as much fun as I remember.
Anyhow, when I started to drive I actually got to drive that Cooper S for real.
And it's just as much fun as I remember.We had numerous Morris Minors that my Dad was forever fixing, I spent almost every weekend helping him bleed the brakes etc etc
I remember one weekend there was nothing to do on my Dad's car so I decided that I would service my pedal car.
Up it went onto axle stands, I crawled under it and tinkered a bit, I then spotted an old Battery sitting by the bin and decided that it would be a good idea to connect it to the 'chassis' via the jump leads that lived on the back of the kitchen door.
This was electrical sylabus part one in my life as the old battery still had a charge and the jump leads really did live up to their name when I connected the second terminal whilst lying on my back under my little red pedal car.
I ended up in the local casualty requiring stiches to my eye after jumping up so quick that I nearly knocked myself out.
I remember one weekend there was nothing to do on my Dad's car so I decided that I would service my pedal car.
Up it went onto axle stands, I crawled under it and tinkered a bit, I then spotted an old Battery sitting by the bin and decided that it would be a good idea to connect it to the 'chassis' via the jump leads that lived on the back of the kitchen door.
This was electrical sylabus part one in my life as the old battery still had a charge and the jump leads really did live up to their name when I connected the second terminal whilst lying on my back under my little red pedal car.
I ended up in the local casualty requiring stiches to my eye after jumping up so quick that I nearly knocked myself out.
We used to have a MK1 Cortina, and when my Mum used to pop down to the village with me, she would regularly leave me in the car, with it running, and say, "if the engine sounds as if it's going to stop, just rev it up a bit".
I was about 8 at the time
Fking 'ell that made me laugh....!!!!!!!!!!
My 10yr old got bollocked for starting the car once .i had given him the keys to unlock and get in...
I was about 8 at the time
Fking 'ell that made me laugh....!!!!!!!!!!
My 10yr old got bollocked for starting the car once .i had given him the keys to unlock and get in...
I live by a simple motto. Don't trust Greek builders or car mechanics. My dad (Greek) had a Mark 2 Jag - lovely colour - bronze. One day he got it serviced by a Greek mechanic afterwhich he proceeded on a blast to Southend. Needless to say he didn't get very far. Turns out the the mechanic drained the engine oil and never replaced it. Result...siezed engine.
My dad in his Greek temprament got so annoyed he left the car it where it broke down...we never saw it again though the argument he had with the mechanic will go down in family folklore. The mechanic now sleeps with the fishes!!!
My dad in his Greek temprament got so annoyed he left the car it where it broke down...we never saw it again though the argument he had with the mechanic will go down in family folklore. The mechanic now sleeps with the fishes!!!
jessica said:Similar here; we went through a succesion of Triumph 1300, Singer Gazelle, Morris 1300, Corsair (lurvely car!) and Saab 96 - he would be amazed by the sheer brilliance of a TVR....
If my Dad ( sadly no longer here !!)could see my Tivvie he would be so impresssed I can tell you....
Can't remember what car it was (Ford Pop I think) but our folks used to take us in it to meet my uncle & aunt at the pub. Left me and my bro' outside with a packet of crisps and a bottle of pop. Curiosity got the better of us and after trying all the switches realised that when we pulled this knob - the car would lurch forward! (starter knob - car in gear, no h/brake). When they returned we were half a mile down the road! What a b*llocking we got! Can still fondly remember waking up in the back after being driven home from some evening out to the smell of real leather. That was a Ford Pop!
This is a good post!, I recall my Dad (deceased) returning from the pub one Sunday afternoon in January early 60,s and plonking himself in front of the TV, and my next youngest brother(I have four)Quote "Dad, Can I clear the snow off your car",Unqoute,Of course you can son came the reply, My younger brother armed with a "shovel", not knowing any different cleared the snow and the paintwork. Cost my Dad a few quid, cost my brother a few smacked arses, that was then!!
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