Mclaren F1, nothing else really interests me.
Although they don’t drop in price much so it’s unlikely i will ever buy one.
I have it in my head that they will make something similar to an R8 which will hopefully have similar levels of depreciation (tho the R8 not the F1).
Wow. Came on this thread to post a pic of a Volvo 240 estate, assuming I’d get laughed at, but I’m not even the first person to do it!
Nothing special, just want a nice late 80s GLT with the 2.3l manually injected redblock to replace my 89′ GL 2.0 which is currently on SORN on my drive having failed its MOT with rusty sills.
I swear to the Swedish gods I’d take better care of this one.
I’d like to see most of the cars on this thread swallow a slack 650b without taking the wheels off, and look cool doing it.
Easily the best looking cars yet on this thread. Or possibly ever!
@drapoon – your Mk1looks lovely 8). BTW, in Mk1 nerd mode, you maybe aware that those 14″ Mk2 steels have a smaller offset than the original 13″ rims? Handling and turn in are personal things, I ended up popping in some hub spacers when I was hill climb & sprinting in mine.
Quaife is an excellent call and fitting an early 1600 Mk1 final drive, were easily the best mods I made for the hill climbing 😀
Annoyingly I’ve owned some cars that have elevated from just a classic to a true classic. Wish I had a barn and had kept them:
71 VW Karmann Ghia Cab (Cali import)
59 VW Splitty
63 VW Splitty (that I put a Porsche engine in)
Mk1 Golf GTi Campaign
Renault 5 GT Turbo (okay not quite a classic, but soon much fun to drive)
As an eight year old boy, my Dad was on his second Saab 99 (of the basic L variety). He got an invite from the dealership (Wilkes in Howden-le-Wear, County Durham) when the 99 Turbo was launched, so he, my Uncle Joe and I piled in the car and drove down for the evening. What a launch; all the chicken vol-au-vents you could eat. The highlight though was being taken on a test drive by the garage owner’s son (Philip Wilkes) in one of the new Turbos. He was an amateur rally driver and knew the back roads round the area like the back of his hand. What ensued was nothing short of gobsmacking. My Dad in the front, Uncle Joe and I in the back (without the now obligatory seatbelts) being scared half to death as this monstrously powerful car got put through its paces. We got air a couple of times, and when we got out, the brake discs were glowing red in the pitch dark. Ever since then, I’ve always wanted one. Guess I’ve missed my chance.