Bob and Mary’s Austin seven.
My Brother Bob was very proud of his Austin 7 and he was greatly intent of creating some prestige to bestow on his little car. The 7 was not unlike a motorized black box on bicycle wheels and riding in the Austin felt akin to riding on my old trolly-cart. It did not feel as if there was any suspension. The primary sensation was feeling the engine and road vibrations through what I suspect were canvas seats.
I was about fifteen years old when my Brother Robert and his Girl friend Mary (now Wife). Took me for a drive in their little car, I do not recall where we went, but I do remember a trip to Mudeford near Christchurh in England and I always associate the two memories as one.
Bob decided A speeding ticket was the sort of prestige a little Austin 7 Could achieve and be proud of .
As luck would have it on a remote Dorset road he spied a police car lurking at the bottom of a long downhill stretch of road, cunningly awaiting an unsuspecting speedster..
It was quite exiting doing an about turn at the top of the hill. Then accelerating wildly as the tiny car gathered momentum Racing crazily at a breakneck speed the seven screamed past the waiting Police car as My Brother Bob waved frantically at the lawman at the same time peep-peeping wildly on the horn button some form of Schizophrenic wildness.
The policeman lifted his arm, Waved, shouted “Good Morning”.