Car nuts could be strangers from opposite sides of the globe, but give them a shiny vehicle to ogle, and they bond like rubber and road. It might not even matter what kind of car it is, as long as it ...
It was the coldest of cold winters when I learned to drive in 1953 at the age of 17. This was in my dad’s 1948 Morris 10. In WWII, he’d been a Royal Artillery Driver, and in the latter part of the war ...
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