Bombs away

For a number of years, Brian Segar’s coupe was a myth, to me at least. I’d see Brian a couple of times a year – always in the company of his trusty wing man and occasional pirate, Paul Kennedy – and we’d exchange photos. Usually of tyres and spindle-mount wheels. Then one year at the Supernats, someone asked me if I’d seen Brian’s car. No. Where? I replied hastily, and immediately set off looking for it. But, like Keyser Söze, it was gone. The myth perpetuated.

Then came Covid and all that jazz until, at this year’s Old Warden event, there it was. I wouldn’t be lying to say it stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t a myth after all.

The coupe’s got a clear ’60’s vibe, that’s plain to see, but it also sets its own agenda. Those who assumed the traditional hot rodders’ position on their hands and knees, looking underneath, will know what I mean. If you didn’t, you may well be wondering how he’s got it to sit that low at