What makes me chuckle is people who buy a new one every year must be the new A1 from Wales to Cornwall .
Dad had an Atlas a Standard Atlas ( caravette ) 1 litre he got me to paint the lower sills all the way round inc the back and front thats where I got the bug from to tinker . I have a photo of dad sitting in front of it on a deck chair in his leopard skin swimming trunks . He did not care a stuff what others thought. The thing was for ever konking out but dad had no interest in mechanics at all, his 3 wheeler in the late 40s and early 50s did the same and put him off cars for life , claimed he could change its clutch while asleep. On top of Sutton Bank the Atlas ran out of water in the rad . Dads army days idea was to pee in the rad ( the engine between the front seats ) dad, me, Brother he even picked the Staffy up but no look the mind boggles leg up dog use the tail as a pump handle and squirt in there , good boy . When he looked at mam her stern look said it all he knew his place like all husbands . The bloody thing stank like hell but got us to a farm house for water .
Most of our Morgan road trips begin in an Atlas..........
Followed by Tulip Contour mapping.
The Fosse Way is a keystone in our travels, linking Leicester with the A303. And it's not bad North towards Newark either.
