I’ve had the fortune to either drive or own 4 of my dream cars. Never driven in the UK. My Dad lives in South Africa so all my driving experience was out there. Hated driving in the cities though.
1972 V-12 Jaguar E-type – Belonged to my dad. Brilliant at speed but scary when moving slowly due to really heavy steering and accelerator. A bitch to park too. Probably made more scary by the fact it was my dad’s pride an joy.
1969 Dodge Charger – Belonged to a family friend – Was a bit let down by this after my formative years were spent watching the Dukes of Hazard. Felt like steering an oil tanker.
1963 Mini Cooper 850 – Loved this great little run around. I owned this for 2 years till some drunk smashed into it.
Then I bought a 1972 Leyland Mini Clubman 1275 GT with the insurance payout. Picked it up from Capetown. Bodywork was perfect. Someone had put water in the oil so the engine was full of a lovely version of Maynonaise and seized up. Tried stripping it and it didn’t work even after boring the cylinders. So we bought a Type R conversion kit and dropped a Type R engine in it. Upgraded brakes front and rear and it was the best car I’ve ever owned. Went like stink. Handled like a go kart. What more do you need? Since coming back to the UK my dad killed that round a cow. 🙁