Talk Morgan Forums Community The Malvern Arms What was your Dads ( or Mums) favorite car??

Jaguars , Rovers , Triumphs , all the Brit stuff , in those days there wasn't anything else !

MG TF in the war, then all sorts.
I remember particularly a Riley 2.5, whose rear door flew open, and I grabbed my 4 yr old brother as he started to fall out! Jaguar 3.8, Bentley R type (bought at an auction on impulse for £500, and sold a year later for the same), MGB, Sunbeam Alpine, Mini Cooper S (bored out to 1293cc, if I recall correctly), Daimler Double Six, and a Lancia Flaminia. All sorts of rubbish in between and later on, but I remember all the above with pleasure.

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 ".

My dad's favourite was his 1932 Armstrong Siddeley which he owned for quite a few years, although his motor bikes were always his favourite mode of transport.

My Dads favourite is his 1972 4/4 1600 that he bought new and still has!

First new car he ever bought, ordered directly from the factory and collected from the factory.

Arwyn

To add an antipodean touch to this thread, I think, I hope, my dad's favourite was the 1972 GTS Holden Monaro with the 253 V8. Yes he could have ordered the 350 ci but that's not my dad. Ordering a four on the floor V8 was enough of a challenge to his Scottish side. However I'm guessing. Perhaps his favourite was first car I remember, the early 50's Morris Cowley ute in which us farm kids were carted to town and Sunday school in the same way pigs and calves were taken to market. In winter we were provided with a blanket and huddled against the cabin to escape the wind.

The morris was followed by almost every model of Holden from '58 to the present day. But the Monaro was the only car with any sporting pretensions and I think it might have been his favourite but I will ask him when I see him in April, just ahead of his 92nd birthday. Once the question is put I will have to settle in for quite a while as these days he tends to tell stories that equal the Iliad in length, if not in character and drama. He will have a glass of Black Douglas while I will open an aussie red and we could cover quite a few miles and memories.

Enjoy those chats and memories.
One of my regrets is my Father passed at age 64 (in 1992) and there were still so many items of family history now lost...

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!

My Dad put a deposit off £5 on a Humber Pullman.
Thought it would be ideal for three children,gran ,dogs and budgie for our Scottish holidays.
He realised when he got home it would not physically fit down or turn in the little council estate avenue and not fit in the drive!

no cars in our family, when I bought my first car it was only the third in the road I lived in