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I even found a mustard coloured one (see exchanges on Home mentioned above)
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
Trespassing on my own blog
A protracted exchange between brother RR and Phreerunner continues on my multi-commented post Holme.
I started to add a comment of my own, but after knocking it together I thought it may be wasted in a location not being visited as much by my readers.
May I barge in on your exchanges and make a plea for the Mk1 Vauxhall Victor, circa 1958 as Worst Car Ever?
The bodywork seems to have been made from re-cycled Heinz Beans tins and developed into a lace curtain within about eighteen months.
There was a steering column gear-change that worked through umpteen different linkages, and even tough there were only three gears (I think) it was not easy to find them, whilst the macho short-shift gear stick favoured by the flat cap, cravat, sports jacket brigade had been eliminated; the reason for that was to provide a front bench seat so the passenger could slide into the driver, that was if a corner was ever taken fast enough, which was unlikely, thus causing an accident and write-off, hopefully before the embarrassing development of the lace curtain.
As you attempted to get into the car the rearward extension of the front wing or windscreen bodywork protruded in a pointy fashion threatening disembowelment.
One glance from a five year old would likely have elicited the obvious observation “the wheels are too small..” That of course lead to chronic understeer.