Mr. Chips commented in another thread that he learned to drive in a Morris 1100. It brought back memories of my Dad.
For many years, he had a Morris Minor. Drivers seat on the left. Turn signals were flags that popped out of the sides. Its paint was weathered to a powder. Everyone in the family manually polished it to a shine. No buffing wheel.
He loved it in part because it was simple to repair. He fixed the transmission with a steel rod from the local small-town hardware store.
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Here's me checking out my dad's Morris Minor in 1bout 1956, in Silicon Valley (still vacuum tube valley at the time). My older brother, Mark, is in front.