A MINOR PROJECT?
When I was a teenager, I always wanted a Morris Minor. It is probably just as well I couldn’t afford one at the time because the dream was to fit bigger rear wheels and cover the dash in fake fur. In my defence I was 13 at the time and this was the 1970s. I’m now considerably older and like to think I have developed slightly more in the way of good taste. However, I never thought it would take me this long to scratch the Minor itch, and I really do not know what has caused the delay. In the subsequent 40 years of classic car tinkering I have owned a couple of Minor 1000 saloons, but only for brief periods as they were part of a series I was writing on trading cars, so inevitably they had to be fettled and moved quickly on.
The urge never went away though, and each time I had the pleasure of photographing or riding in one owned by a reader, it would grow slightly more insistent. I even narrowed my choice down to the exact specification I wanted – a car
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