My old man owned a string of extremely mundane Austin / Rootes Group / British Leyland / Ford family cars, each one seemingly crappier than the last. I think his favourite was an Austin Cambridge, certainly he hated his Mk3 Cortina and his Marina, they rusted even faster than the others.
He was singularly responsible for me learning about cars. He knew nothing and bought a new one every couple of years, but all he could afford was rubbish. His best mate in contrast bought a succession of second-hand Jags and did all the work on them himself, so always had nice cars.
From the age of 10 Dad bought me loads of books about cars and exhorted me to learn so I could be like Uncle Ted. Thanks Dad!
