Your post has made me reflect on my own ownership.
My love of Morgan is more of the beauty of the car, the shape, the vintage look, the driving sensations, rather than the relationship you mention. I have fettled and put mirrors, indicator covers, door openers and many other cosmetic parts on her but I don't think this work on the car was the fun bit. The moment the item or work gets serious it goes to the specialist. My wife might think I am having a relationship when I clean it after every run and keep it looking its best but this is not me indulging with the car, it is making sure it's ready for viewing by others. As the owner of a late Morgan I am clearly different from the "real classic" owner "the man actually in the arena whose face is marred with dust and sweat and blood". I am fooling the masses who might think I have actually got my fingernails dirty in presenting such a mechanical wonder. I would like to be that type but I'm not and I want that car to start and stop at the turn of a key and the shove of a pedal.
When the car goes on the road, which is frequent, it is not random, the journey has a purpose. Perhaps to place the car in a particular beautiful setting, for my benefit and for that of others to admire. Perhaps to take it through the villages to be heard and hear the sound of the engine.
Somehow the Morgan fits all these needs, oh and another thing, it goes like dermot off a shovel.
