The drive of your life
My first ever car was a Morgan F-type three-wheeler, which I bought in 1971 from a garage in North London. As I motored home along the A1, I found myself in a race with an empty hearse. The undertakers had taken off their silk toppers and were gesticulating enthusiastically. Despite their encouragement, the Ford 10hp-engined Morgan sadly didn’t manage to overtake, but it drew level. It was my entry into the particularly British world of sports cars and the urge to make them go faster.
Once the Mog was home, to my chagrin, the rear of the car seemed to be reinforced with bits of Dexion shelving steel. Undaunted, I developed a plan to restore and improve it. This took me to Morgan main dealers FH
