In an odd way, I think we all have a secret soft spot for our first car – no matter how rubbish it seemed at the time.
Mine should have been a Morris Minor. I’d accumulated the money, had pictures on my wall and was completely besotted with the idea. I spent my spare weekends at the ‘sales branch’ of Charles Ware’s Morris Minor Centre at Inkpen near Newbury and was overjoyed when a maroon two-door saloon turned up for sale at somewhere around the £500 mark.
So how come I ended up with an Austin Metro instead?
Well, I have my father to blame for that – curiously, the same person that had initiated my obsession with the Minor. For reasons that, to this day I’m still not entirely sure about (should probably ask really!), he thought that it would be better for me to drive around in a 1981 Austin Metro, bought for the princely sum of £450.
To be fair, it was the done thing at that time. Your first car was either a Metro or a MkI Fiesta and, seeing as everyone I knew seemed to have a Fiesta, I opted to be ‘different’ and go Austin.
That decision was also due in part to the fact that one of my teachers at school drove around in a Fiesta and I figured that copying him would definitely not be very cool.