Speaking of Morris Minors . . .

. . . . as we were yesterday - here is my first ever car. I was 18 in 1967 and had just started teaching secondary Maths and Science (did my training at night – crazy system) and I needed a car to drive to and from the school and to college at night.

It was a 1953 Morris Minor and was already 14 years old when I bought it for $140 (10 times my weekly pay). It was lucky we lived on the top of the hill because, for some of its life, I had to let it roll down the hill a little and then clutch-start it. A couple of times, driving home at night after squash, I had to push it onto the side of the road because it stalled trying to go up the hill to our house. I had to let it cool down, start it again, do a U-turn, and then another and then try and pick up more speed before attempting the hill again. That finally did the trick.
 
I loved that old car. My students called it ‘Baby Blue’. It had been painted. It wasn’t blue duco. (I have colourised the photo but haven’t quite get the blue right.)