Some of us regard ragging a light car with modest power as the ultimate. Others of us (myself now included) have opted for a more relaxed style with a bit more power.
I built mine to be a B-road sprinter. High power-to-weight ratio, low gearing, it can be a great laugh on the twisty bits. But equally well one can bang it in fifth and bumble along at 50 without a care in the world, very relaxed. It won't demolish autobahns at a steady 100mph but that's ok, I don't do that anyway.
This afternoon I was returning from Gaydon in the afternoon sunshine, very laid back and relaxed, when I was overtaken by a white Tesla who seemed to think he had a point to prove. Jolly good for him, I thought. There do after all have to be some compensations for owning a Tesla.
And that's pretty much how I feel about all non-Morgans. They can be faster, handle better, be more reliable, and be more easy to drive than one of our cars. But they aren't Morgans. And when you pull up with your pals outside Gaydon you can't see people smiling and hear kids shouting "Wow look at those, Mum!" like you do when you're in a Morgan.
The experience of actually driving anywhere can be a pain these days pretty much whatever car you're in. But the experience of owning a Morgan and having Morgan-owning pals to natter to over coffee and bacon rolls is as good as it's always been, and is pretty bloody special if you ask me.
