In my defence, I’ve not had an obsession for a while. Okay, so those that know me may argue that I am constantly obsessed with anything old, has wheels and uses fuel, but I’m talking more about the sort of ‘particular’ obsession that means you suddenly find yourself trawling through books and photo archives, drooling over out-of-date classified ads for cars that sold months ago and dreaming of days out and road trips in a new-found love.
It’s happened with every car I’ve bought in the past and it’s now happening again – even more worrying considering I have no funds with which to buy a car, little time to actually work on it, and goodness knows what I would use it for.
So, what is it this time? Well, after my last ‘official’ obsession and subsequent flirtation, there is no glass-fibre, no brown vinyl and no rocker switchgear – so no, there isn’t another Scimitar in my mind’s garage – or anything else from the 1970s for that matter. Nope, this one is unchartered territory for me: I’m thinking pre-war.
I’m well aware that we already have one of these in the C&SC global stable thanks to our man in France, Jon Pressnell, yet even that isn’t doing much to quell my ambition to buy… an Austin Seven Special!