In 1983, when I lived in Essex, I bought a 1965 Sunbeam Alpine.
The car became known as ‘Alpi’ and I drove her every day through sun, rain and snow.
We went all over Europe together, and when I worked at Buckingham Palace I drove from mid-Essex to the Palace and back every day.
Alpi was more of a family friend than a car; she kept going when she really should have broken down, and had the most fantastic character.
Once, while I was being a little too enthusiastic along the French back-roads, the exhaust touched down and snapped off.
We entered Germany with half of the exhaust pipe on the parcel shelf and Alpi sounding like a tractor, but she kept going until I found a local blacksmith who was able to weld the detached pipe back on.