My first thought on reading your piece was, yes people do all of that buying of extras and spending lots of money and then , they sell it with little usage. But I guess we are all different, people used to sell houses in the same way.
When I bought my first Morgan I thought that I had made a dreadful mistake and if it wasn't for being seduced by the shape, the various close shaves I had had but walked away from for something that wasn't made of wood, I probably still wouldn't have one. But, and there it is, but: the thing gets under ones skin. One lives with it, rebuilds it perhaps, drives it in all weathers because sometimes there is no choice in the matter, catches sight of it and feels something akin to affection for it,drives other stuff and find that they just don't cut it. If I had my time again I might well still have UBW825P, uprated, rebuilt, bigger engine, small and beautiful and like a well worn glove to slip in to and drive slow and drive fast. Being in the landscape in an open car is to connect with a set of sensations that does not compare with the cinematic experience of a saloon. Connecting with all the various and subtle senses of driving a Morgan is,for me, and maybe will be for you, something quite other. During those eighteen years with my first Morgan I came close to selling it when times were hard but my wife counselled me against it because she knew I would regret it. I finally sold it because Tim Packer offered me twice what I paid for it against my current Plus Four and here I am into another long-term relationship. I tell myself that nothing is for ever and that it's only a car after all. Only a car, metal, wood, rubber-isn't that right?
