Ah, those gloriously simple cars of the past - they were dreadful.
You carried a can of oil, jump-start cables, jacks and foot pumps, rags to dry out distributor caps, a lighter to clean plugs, and sometimes you took care to park on a hill. And not just because your car was a bit of a banger. You couldn’t leave your car unused for a few weeks and expect it to start, especially if there had been rain.
Just about every day you’d hear an engine turning over ever more slowly as someone tried to start it before the battery expired. You’d sit there thinking, “Nearly, nearly - now give it a rest before one final go”. People pushing cars was a common sight, the pushers tumbling forward as the engine fired and the car jerked away. If two or three friends were planning a longish journey, there’d be a conversation about whose car was most likely to make it. In the winter, cars were almost permanently misted up, drivers leaning forward to clear the windscreen as they drove.
Performance was frequently abysmal. Hills were an obstacle, braking was assisted by changing down because brakes alone couldn’t do it without wearing out. Grippy cornering was the preserve of sports cars. Enthusiastic driving meant changing clutches like tyres. Exhausts and tyres didn’t last five minutes. Engines needed ‘de-cokes’.
If a car was more than two years old, it had rust. If it had done more than 40,000 miles, it was time to buy a workshop manual.
Those were the days.
