When I passed my driving test in 1966 I was inspired by my next door neighbours son who at the time had a Morgan 3 wheeler, as I could not streach to one on my wages at the time I bought an ageing Messershmitt KR200 which the help of my neighbours son we soon had road worthy, we used to follow each other on days out to such places as Box Hill and the Devils Punch bowl on Sunday afternoons both famous haunts of Rockers or Greasers as some people called them. That was until a girl friend came on the scene, now a Messerschmitt is no passion wagon so it traded in for a Ford Cortina which was a superb passion wagon, but I never got my hands on a Morgan which I always wanted.