
Older brother gave it to me when he moved to canada. I was on 110 p/w as a dirtbag student and had to pay rent, booze and food out of this. I ran out of petrol in it perhaps a dozen times. The brake cylinder cracked and I couldn't afford to fix it, but drove it for another year without brakes, using gears and the handbrake to slow down. In the end the cops gave me a canary (a yellow unroadworthy sticker) for a cracked windscreen, and I had to sell it to the wreckers for a pittance. Loved that car
( , Sat 29 Mar 2025, 23:14, Reply)

At around 20 years old it was older than I was.
Deep dark blue, almost purple.
No stereo.
No rear view mirror.
Could only get over 60 down a long hill.
One elderly lady driver since new (my great aunt). She gave it to me, in return for me driving her brand new car from London to Bournemouth. The new one was possibly a Metro.... small, blocky, pretty horrid.
Ended up selling the 1100 for £50 many years later when the front wing was hanging off by a few threads of rust
( , Sun 30 Mar 2025, 10:00, Reply)