Dad had that many , but I think it was his Triumph Mayflower . Why because I can say its the only one I can remember him cleaning . One day he polished it and it stood shining outside the house , but that night some scumbag stole one of his very shiny chrome hub caps . He was that angry he went straight out and sold it. The one that broke down the most was his BSA cub 3 wheeler said he had the world record for changing clutches . Once I purchased a car dad stopped and used mine never put petrol in or payed anything ,getting his own back as I used to nick his vans. He one day in the 1970s jumped into my 144 Volvo in and off to the town returned it to me with a sharp plank through the grill and radiator . Informed me the wagon in front lost a plank ( yes in my bloody car) . He did not care a hoot did not pull it over went to the town and returned chucking the keys at me saying " something wrong with your car son ".
