Things you remember as normal but know you won't see again.
Bowling along way in excess of the speed limit knowing that them only thing to worry about was whether Mr Plod was more observant than you.
Driving on snow and ice in a RWD and not feeling deprived
Filling a family car from empty for £6
Insuring an MG Midget for a year for £13
Being saluted by an AA man.
Colway Crossply remoulds £3 fitted
Heating your plugs under the grill to get started on a frosty morning
And...?
:-)
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Using a starting handle to get a Morris 1000 going on cold mornings....
Changing gears on a RWD Ford without using the clutch....smooth as anything.
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Vacuum driven Ford Prefect windscreen wipers stopping dead when you put your foot down to overtake.
Carrying a damp dishcloth in the car, and getting water from puddles, to clean the screen before washers existed.
When the A1 crossed the Nene at Wansford (5 miles South of Stamford) on a 400 year old single lane bridge controlled by traffic lights (ISTR!!)
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Not having to put your specs on before typing "Things". If you wouldn't mind awfully mods?...
:-)
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Things I remember from the 80's and early 90's:-
1) Cars with different coloured wings and doors - you don't see this now.
2) The sound of cars trying to start on a winters morning - again rare now.
3) Bright coloured plastic arials
4) Traffic light air fresheners
5) Flooding your carb
6) Datsun cherry's which had no floor left.
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Spending Saturdays with your head under the bonnet making sure the jalopy of choice would make it through the next working week.
Spending Sundays treating those areas of said jalopy which, according to the handbook, are susceptible to rust.
Spending Monday morning spraying Easystart(?) into the carburettor intake to get the jalopy going as the weather's turned a bit cold.
Ah, the good old days of Ford Escort Mk2 ownership.
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I've experienced all of those except not owning a Midget or being saluted by the AA man, and qualified in so far as the plug heating was for a Lambretta - I used to do mine on the hob.
The cross ply remoulds were indeed Colways and they were £3 each! I had them on a rotten 1967 Wolseley Hornet with no dampers (leaking hydrolastic units replaced with the dry suspension rubber lumps and trumpets) and it wore a set out every 600 miles!
You would describe that now as a death trap. I never had a worry - ran it for nearly a year until MoT time.
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Tread blocks falling off radial remoulds
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Im not so old but still...
My first car costing £19 to fill up.
Bouncing a MK2 Escort in the morning to get fuel through for the school run.
Looking at a climate control system on my dads car and thinking it was impossibly high tech ( XM in 1993 ).
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My first car costing £10.
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In 1969 fuel was 6/4d a gallon. I regularly put 3 gallons in my 848cc mini to last me the week - cost £1
www.theaa.com/public_affairs/reports/Petrol_Prices_1896_todate_gallons.pdf
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>>In 1969 fuel was 6/4d a gallon. I regularly put 3 gallons in my 848cc mini to last me the week - cost £1<<
Yeah, but - your weekly wage was about £11 pw.
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Not that much - salary of £495 p.a equivalent to £9.51 per week! Bought the car on HP and paid back £11 per month. Beer about 2/6 per pint. Entrance to Ilford Palais on Saturday night was 6/- 1 mile on the bus was 4d.
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>>Not that much - salary of £495 p.a equivalent to £9.51 per week!<<
Amazing! Well, 'I myself' used to work for a film producer (as a packer!)
It was my first job and I was on £11pw @ 16, I used to cycle from S.E.1 to W.1 every day over Westminster Br :)
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>> Yeah, but - your weekly wage was about £11 pw.
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We got married in '69. I was on about £24 a week and wife was teaching secondary school home economics at about £12 weekly.
We must have been well off....didn't seem like it !
Ted
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>>We got married in '69. I was on about £24 a week<
b'Jaysus! was that when you were in the Police Teddy?
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I was on £80 a week in 2000 building computers for some crappy factory, no heating no nothing. Just a cold damp office above a shop. I did it for two weeks.
Of course in 2000 my parents house would have been worth around £95,000, its worth over £200k now.
In 1969 you could buy houses for a few hundred quid. In this area they probably were around £6000 so it must have been a bit of a struggle even then if you were on £24 a week.
That said people on the dole don't get much more than that, but they get all the other crap like housing benefit thrown in.
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Just goes to show how prices/wages have risen - when I was 17 I said I'd like to earn pw £1 for every year of my age,
i.e. £17 per week :-D
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>> Just goes to show how prices/wages have risen - when I was 17 I said
>> I'd like to earn pw £1 for every year of my age,
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>> i.e. £17 per week :-D
So, you'll be on £97 now then, Doggy ? :-(
Ted
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Having to go out in the morning & to find out if my HC Viva was going start an hour before i actually needed to leave for work so that i had time to get catch the train on the numerous occaisions that it wouldn't, this was despite every item of the ignition system being renewed and the timing and carb being spot on !
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Going for a walk around the neighbourhood to see where the local jokers had moved my bubble-car to this time.
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Adjusting the tappets using the rule of 9 i.e 5 & 7 down - 2 & 4 to adjust :-)
Rule of 13 on a 6 pot.
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On the Viva/Chevette engine you had to adjust the tappets with the engine running, we used to slow the tick over down as much as possible to cut down the amount of oil spray you got covered with. It chewed the feeler guages up a bit too !
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>>On the Viva/Chevette engine you had to adjust the tappets with the engine running<<
I never did that once in the 14 years I worked on them Skip, I just used to use the withdrawal metho (Oops! wrong forum) rule of 9 but I would rock the bucket tappet form side to side while the feeler gauge was in place,
seemed to do the job OK :)
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>> >>On the Viva/Chevette engine you had to adjust the tappets with the engine running<<
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>> I never did that once in the 14 years I worked on them Skip, I
>> just used to use the withdrawal metho (Oops! wrong forum) rule of 9 but I
>> would rock the bucket tappet form side to side while the feeler gauge was in
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My father pretty much gave up with tappet adjustment on our Vivas, they always seemed to drift back out of alignment in 5 minutes flat.
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And onwards with 1 litre Novas and 1200 Astras. Adjusting the tappets with the engine running was by far the quickest way to do the job. A cardboard shield fitted in place between the pushrod side of the rockers and the cylinder head prevented the majority of the oil splashing.
There were quite a few 4 cylinder engines where rule of 9 was the wrong way to do it - Ford OHV engines spring to mind
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Oil patches on every driveway from leaking gaskets.
The fetid stench of engines on full choke in the morning, interspersed with the choking smell of blue oil smoke from worn rings and valve guides.
Velour, chrome, bakelite, wood, vinyl interiors.
The deep growling noise of a 2.8 Capri.
The godawful rattling sound of a Chrysler Sunbeam - how did they keep going?
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>>The godawful rattling sound of a Chrysler Sunbeam - how did they keep going?<<
The Sunbeam was whisper quiet, compared to the Horizon ;}
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>> >>The godawful rattling sound of a Chrysler Sunbeam - how did they keep going?<<
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>> The Sunbeam was whisper quiet, compared to the Horizon ;}
That's probably the one I meant Dog :)
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>>That's probably the one I meant Dog :)<<
I know you did corax, the Alpine was just as bad - Simca engines :(
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Being able to lash things on the roof rack or long loads hanging out of the boot to
wing mirrors, overriders, proper bumpers.
Backfiring, the regular sound of exhaust boxes dragging on the road and awfully poor lights all round but there were three( or more) tone Fiamm horns to make some smile.
www.toetershop.nl/?gclid=CMTq6MvKhKwCFYob4Qodxk4q_A
I enjoy the sound of the horns on Le Tour so roll on the Olympic road race.
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Isopan body filler.
Opening an Isopan repaired door and finding it drop on the hinges as the door was now heavier than the hinges were designed for.
Spare wheel under the bonnet on top of the master brake cylinder or do FIAT still do that with the Panda ?
Rubber squishy bag on hangers on the inner wing for a windscreen washer bottle, vacuum operated from a rubber button on the dash.
Throttle lock next to the manual choke could be used as a primitive cruise control to hold the throttle.
Petrol at 69p per gal. c. mid-70's.
Smurf stickers from BP I think it was and those lovely recycled windscreen "crystal" Esso glasses which have been mentioned elsewhere.
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Sitting in the back of Dads Vauxhall Viva unrestrained, sucking in the smoke from his roll ups.
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Seeing your core-plugs on the end of a 3" colum of ice because you couldnt be bothered to "drain er down" before you went to bed!
Nicking the kids Meccanno strips to install the new radio under the passenger side parcel shelf.
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Filling up the FS1E for a quid, and that included the 2 stroke oil from the forecourt machine that had a turny knob on top to select the quantity of oil depending on mixing ratio.
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Trolley buses in London. They were scrapped before I was 3.
I might add I had a bus fetish as a kid - my first word was 'bus' not Momma or Dadda
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>>my first word was 'bus'<<
Were you breast fed by any chance??
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My mum was a "clippie" on the trolley buses along the Uxbridge Road.
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I remember (just) the trolley buses. Uxbridge was my home town.
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>> I remember (just) the trolley buses. Uxbridge was my home town.
When did they go from London? Bradford had the last trolley bus service. Up to about 1972 IIRC.
Remember riding one just once, SELNEC in Stalybridge while visiting my godmother. Incredibly smooth and with acceleration better than today's electric trains.
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>>Things you remember as normal but know you won't see again.
>Travel sweets in round tins.
They're in every Shell station Iffy.
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>> >>Things you remember as normal but know you won't see again.
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>> >Travel sweets in round tins.
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>> They're in every Shell station Iffy.
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LIDL, or possibly Aldi, too.
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Aha a FS1E eh.......?
www.flickr.com/photos/67389469@N02/6280695261/in/photostream
Photo'd at the 2008 Dragon Rally. They'd been ridden all the way from Norwich to Beddgelert for the event.
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Just remembered another - when you could service your bike - oil, filters, adjust/lube chain, check and adjust valvegear with the tools out of the kit.....struggle these days.
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Taking the old Beetle abroad.Carrying extra spare tyre in case.Windscreen washer worked on tyre pressure.Driving along on the continent at a steady 55mph.Porsche cabriolet two coppers with helmet on came alongside on the M/Way checking my driving;)
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Had one of those. U*P 642M Oh happy days.
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>> Spare wheel under the bonnet on top of the master brake cylinder or do FIAT still do that with the Panda ?
Sadly not.
Spare is in bottom of the boot, if the car is old enough to have a spare, rather than a tin of goo and a pump contained in a big lump of plastic the size of a spare wheel.
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Mine is a space saver under the boot. The master cylinder is under the bonnet just like any other car.
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....The days when Austins were the best mass-produced cars you could buy - way ahead (in the 1950s) of rival Fords, Vauxhalls and Hillmen (or Hillpersons), and from posts above ahead in terns of starting in the morning of 1970s Escorts and Vivas. My first car was a 14-year-old 1955 Austin A50 - started first time every time and never let me down.
....And then the days when it all fell apart under British Leyland (and so did Hillman under Chrysler / Talbot, although it didn't have so far to fall). The pity of it.
Looking on the bright side, as Humph knows well, Fords have been excellent for some time now; ansd VxFan will say 'so are Vauxhalls'.
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Vauxhall were the first to stop their cars rusting reasonably convincing, their Opel family engines were well ahead of what Ford did at the time.
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Setting points (Hillman Minx) using a fag packet because the feeler guage was bent/lost.
Pouring a kettle of very hot water over the battery on a winters morning to make it spring into life.
Driving half the local darts team from Launde to Belton (and back again) in an old A35 van with no lights but passengers with torches to light up the road!
Being allowed to be pushed on to a car ferry at Calais in an old Vauhall Victor and getting permission to go 'down below' during the trip home to clean the plugs and points to get off it at Dover (with a 2yr old son in tow)
Breaking down in a lousy position and putting the car in gear and turning the engine to get up the road and into a gateway (1300 Capri)
De-coking my Bantam every few weeks:(...until I swapped it for a Tiger Cub:)
Pat
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Going off to Whit Scout camp, 20+ of us balanced precariously on a pile of gear on a large open flat bed wagon. Lord knows how none of us ever fell off!
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The little parking lghts that clipped on the top of a window, powered via a lead to the battery attached with crocodile clips. Even this would flatten my struggling battery on a freezing night.
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Pat's is the closest anyone's come to mentioning routine overloading. My primary school was in the next village, three miles away, and my parents and a couple of others shared the cost of a local taxi firm to take us there. No Previas or eight-seater Mercedes in the mid-70s, of course, so they squashed six of us into a Morris Oxford, an Austin 1800 or, very occasionally - usually on a Monday when it was still waiting for a clean from the weekend - their Daimler wedding car.
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Can remember going to Devon in my fathers Austin A35 in the late fifties - My mum and dad and two brothers. My younger brother would sit on the floor at the back. Suitcases on a roof rack.
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Going out with grandparents in their 1100 - late 60s
Dad drove, Mum and grandmother in the back with my elder brother in the middle. My little sister sat on Grandfather's knee in the front passenger seat, me sat between the front seats. No child seats or seatbelts . .
And my father was a policeman!
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There's some memories here
www.igg.org.uk/gansg/00-app1/gar-pet.htm
I worked at Sunnybrae Motor Company at Houghton On The Hill during the petrol rationing, and I seem to remember petrol was 47p a gallon but I can't place the year.
Pat
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That would have been around Oct 1973 -Yom Kippur war ?
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Thinking electronic fuel injection and catalysts on petrol engines would go expensively and horribly wrong and write cars off at 5 yrs old.
Juggling a manual choke to ensure the engine would run, but not scream its head off at idle on cold mornings (my old Mini in particular)
Checking HT lead and distributor cap terminals for corrosion.
Adjusting the fuel mixture to "MOT" setting marked with a scribe, driving it down to the test centre with no performance and flat spots galore, getting a ticket, then putting it back to "the other 364 days in the year" setting.
Spending several hours "playing" on a snowy country S-bend in my Sierra. Literally turning round and doing it over and over again until the fuel light called an end to the fun.
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Doors that shut with a subdued "clunk", or silently if you turned the handle.
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When I started motoring it was in a Messerschmitt 200cc two-stroke and fuel was 4/11d a gallon. (Is that around 6p per litre?) I got about 70 mpg.
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>> Heating your plugs under the grill to get started on a frosty morning
That used to be a regular occurence for me
adding to the list
Hand signals
clip-on parking lights
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Reading the posts on this thread i don't think that any outsider would think that is a Yoof led forum, as apart from Rattle & Stu as it would appear that most of us are of a more mature age given the things we remember !
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Removing a starter motor in less than ten minutes, two bolts (three if it was a posh car) and a couple of leads all done from under the bonnet without having to strip umpteen items that were in the way.
Ditto alternator.
Not having to have a degree in advanced computer technology to work out why the thing wouldn't start.
Changing a bulb without severing a main artery.
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Blankets over the engine to keep the heat in overnight.
For winter use ,cardboard or various plastic panels that blocked off the radiator.
I added a roller blind with a chain that was operated under the the dash.
Kenlow fans to help warm up.
The drain and refill antifreeze saga.
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I was 20 in July 1966 and a student in Manchester. With a friend we joined a students' Union trip to Italy, which we joined at London Victoria.
Train to Dover, ferry to Ostend (rough crossing - sick running up and down the scuppers)
Train across Europe - Metz, Strasbourg, across Switzerland to Milan. Change trains for Florence.
No sleepers, and wooden seats across Switzerland.
Four nights in Florence, three in Assisi, Three in Rome, and four in Venice.
On the last night in Venice our entire group of 20, mixed, went across to the Lido, where we were told the night-life was.
We were invited into a posh looking open air dance place (no Discos in 1966!)
"How much is it?"
"6oo Lire" (about 6shillings)(30p)
"that's too expensive"
"The girls come in for nothing"
"Still too dear"
"The price includes a litre of wine"
"Ah but what price is it when we've finished the first bottle?"
"600 lire"
So we went in....
We ended up drinking half pints of red wine in a boat race with the locals.
We were very quiet for an early start back.
Spent half a day in Milan, and joined the train to find that there were only 16 seats booked for 20 of us, and spent the night playing bridge, with miniature cards on a biscuit tin, stood up in the corridor.
The trip cost £64. I took £20 with me (the limit then allowed),lived like a prince, and brought back £11. I was on about £8 per week at that time.
We watched the World Cup Final in a small bar in Assisi, where the locals were cheering for the Germans. They bought us a drink at the end!
The start of my life long love affair with Italy.
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More in keeping with the Motoring Forum:
Amazingly (see above), my first car was a Morris1000, with different coloured fibreglass front wings and driver's door. Often needed the starting handle. Also needed a small implement to hit the solenoid operated fuel pump, under the bonnet. It stuck occasionally.
Cost me £50 from my dad's friend.
Longest journey it did was Oldham to the Isle of Wight and back, in about 1970, with no problems at all.
Classic Moggie problem was the top trunnion failing in the front suspension, resulting in the wheel sagging to a funny angle.I jacked it up, and slotted it back, and drove gingerly to my mates garage.
Trying to get a new master cylinder seal in was a laugh. The master cylinder was in the top of the U-shaped chassis member in the driver's foot well. But the holding bolts, across the member, were obstructed by the offside suspension torsion bar.....
It finally died, and was replaced with a £60 mini......
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Being craned onto a car ferry.
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At least I pushed mine on and drove it off:)
Pat
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Getting a bus to Woolwich to travel on the ferry just to see the steam engines working.
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Many years ago chasing public transport vehicles on a push bike.
Buses were possible but trolleybuses were a bit quick of the mark.
One night slip streaming a Green Line coach when it went over a level crossing - I nearly had an instant voice change.
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I can remember (just) as a very small child going on the car ferry as a passenger in my dad's Zephyr, sitting unbelted on the central armrest on the front bench seat from South Queensferry across the River Forth to North Queenferry shortly before the Forth Road Bridge was opened. There's an embarrassing photo somewhere...Someone had made me wear a beret.
:-)
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Tigers tails, Tiger in my tank stickers, 12 foot fibreglass aerials bent over to clip to the gutter, white wall tyres, white lettering on tyres, stick on rear screen heaters (invariably not stuck on and hanging), scalloped shell like chrome tailpipe trims, a sticker in the windscreen with all the road signs on it ( all so small they were unreadable, what was that all about?)
And the AA handbook, with maps and hotels, and first aid advice!
When did that disappear?
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More recent - Window etching or is it still happening?.
DIY kits or a guy in the the supermarket offering instant service.
Egines dripping oil.
Re mention of strained front drives -Sump drip trays and engine Gunking are now old hat.
Far far less oil stains along the centre lines of concrete carriageways,
Fear of oil getting on clutch plates.
Getting the right colour / brand brake / clutch fluid
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Here you go Z...
www.theaa.com/breakdowncover/handbook.html
Not quite the same though is it?
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Aftermarket centre consoles to add a bit of luxury to your Working Class Mobile.
Never went on straight, rattled like the loudest rattle in a rattle factory and eventually disintegrated before your eyes.
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Drilling a hole in the front wing to fit a telescopic radio aerial.
The little "key" to extract the aerial when it was pushed fully down.
Posh cars with electric aerials.
MW/LW push button radio with one speaker in the middle of the back shelf.
Passenger door mirror being an extra cost option, ditto passenger sun visor, heated rear window and halogen headlamps.
No head restraints.
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>> Passenger door mirror being an extra cost option, ditto passenger sun visor, heated rear window
On my first car, a Mk2 Escort, the driver's door mirror was an extra cost option. There was nowhere to fit a radio, I had to use some bits of meccano to dangle it under the dashboard and then spent ages fitting suppressors here there and everywhere to stop the interference.
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>> spent ages fitting suppressors here there and everywhere to stop the interference
Ignition-induced interference on the telly or radio at home, coinciding with an old car being driven up the street.
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Driving cross-country on empty A-roads, at a sensible time of the evening, with the headlights on main beam for minutes at a time.
Even driving to work at 3.30am now I only get to use the main beams for 10-second spells of empty road.
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Driving home one incredible summer's morning from custody - summer, deserted A road, sunrise and low mist and cattle seemed to be floating in the fields, I was giving a guy a lift home and he commented that it looked like a Chinese Water Painting - not the type I'd expect to make that sort of reference, but it has stuck with me for life.
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Early 1980s. Wee small hours of a perfect, still, Scottish summer's night. Already light. Empty country roads. Magnificent scenery. Me in my early 20s in a pillar box red borrowed TWR XJS. John Lee Hooker on the cassette deck. Marlboro Red sparked up, window cracked open. No cameras.
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>> Early 1980s. Wee small hours of a perfect, still, Scottish summer's night. Already light. Empty
>> country roads. Magnificent scenery. Me in my early 20s in a pillar box red borrowed
>> TWR XJS. John Lee Hooker on the cassette deck. Marlboro Red sparked up, window cracked
>> open. No cameras.
A303, 5:30 am, hot girlfriend waiting in Exeter, Capri RS3100, Fleetwood Mac on Harry Moss *reversable* cassette player (green manalichi i seem to recall) , Marlboro reds lit by Zippo lighter, indicated 130 mph, surprised look on face of Somerset plod in Morris 1100 blue and white Panda, a spec of dust before he even put out his fag.
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It's sights like that I miss so much about lorry driving.
An empty M5 in June, 3.15am, the penthouse suite (Scania, as I called her) and myself completely as one, and the Straw Man looming out of the mist with only his shoulders showing....
Pat
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On some cars a heater was an extra!
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>> On some cars a heater was an extra!
An additional charge was made for a heater but were cars actually built without one?
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>> >> On some cars a heater was an extra!
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>> An additional charge was made for a heater but were cars actually built without one?
YES!
I can attest to a mini, cheapskate grandfather, and iced up windows INSIDE!
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>> >> On some cars a heater was an extra!
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>> An additional charge was made for a heater but were cars actually built without one?
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I don't know, but when Dad bought a new Viva in 1966 - an SL no less - the heater was itemised on the invoice "£12 4s 6d including Purchase Tax" or thereabouts.
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I've seen a Hillman Imp and a couple of Land Rovers without heaters.
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>> An additional charge was made for a heater but were cars actually built without one?
Yes.
Basic Morris 1000 saloon from 1965 - presumably other years too, but definitely 1965.
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The heater was an extra on the Lada, around October the car always need a visit to Bolton where the Lada mechanic lived to get the heater fixed. Always some electrical faults stopping it from working.
I remember as a 12-13 year old changing the fuses quite often on that car! When we got the Punto we thought it was strange how the fuses never blew!
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Lada fuses blew because they were crappo alloy. You should have changed them all for copper.
Ted
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Changed them for what ever Motorland sold me :). I remember break light bulbs constantly blowing too. It then developed a fault with the indicators (not the usual bad earth fault) and nobody could fix it. In the end my late uncle with a masters in electrical engineering traced the fault and fixed it.
Also remember my late granddad constantly having to come round to adjust the points (I was too young to know how to it, if it was now the points would be a dizzy doddle for me).
Towards the end of its life at 67,000 miles it had 3 cylinders, 3 gears and a load of blue smoke, he got stopped twice by the cops towards the end. I decide that the 10 minute walk and 45 minute bus ride on the 46 back from school was a lot better than having to be seen in that Lada any more. The smoke was so bad it used to choke the entire playground. What made it worse because of where I lived and my dads job people thought I was posh and my parents were loaded (we had a PC, the internet at home etc etc) so could not understand why we had the Lada. I pointed out we could afford the £50 a month internet bill because my dad drove a Lada.
Then I turned up to school in an 18 month old Punto SX with alloys and fog lights they all kept making fun of me saying my dad had nicked it.
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Just been watching a documentary on YouTube about the Trans Siberian railway.
Guy boarding the train at Mockba had a rucksack and out of it was sticking the rear exhaust box for a Lada !
Ted
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>> Blankets over the engine to keep the heat in overnight.
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Forgetting to remove them in the morning!
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Thngs you remember - R.P.
