My first Ford was a 1935 V8 Coupé at the age of 16. It had a completely original black body with apple green pinstripe and apple green wire wheels. It was soon followed by a 1939 V8 Coupé, also in black, but with plenty of extras. I painted down the sides a lovely hand-mixed soft shade of pink. Lorraine, my then girlfriend at the age of 16, made a pink and black skirt and blouse combination to match the ’39 Coupé. Great Sunday afternoon drives out to Little River and beyond. My third V8, a red 1936 V8 Roadster, was a beauty which inspired me to replicate it some 35 years later when I purchased a total wreck in 1982. The second generation Roadster took me 13 years and four months to restore and is on my business card today.
After a couple of summers enjoying the convertible V8, I had to start getting serious about my future with Lorraine McKenzie, the young girl I had fallen in love with. So, I sold the ’36 Roadster to a car dealer in Manchester Street for £235, after failing to sell it privately. So, my fourth car was also a Ford, this time a 1938 Ford 8 HP. It was of course totally different from the three previously mentioned Fords.
We had the little Ford 8 when our first child, Pamela Mary, was born on 27 December 1958. Many years later, having no car for several years, I started life with cars again, with a 1936 Vauxhall
