By John Carver
‘Compulsive obsessive’ is an understatement. ‘Addict’ is nearer the truth.
During the past 30 years I’ve owned more than 150 cars – from Bentleys to Bristols to BMW’s. As soon as I buy a car, I’m thinking of changing it for the next (best) thing. But there’s been a recurring theme. A fall back position that’s only got stronger… A car without a roof.
It doesn’t matter if you’re steaming through Slough in a Scimitar, or motoring through Monaco in a Morgan, the sensation remains the same. The wind. The noise. The smell. The looks. The attitude. Driving’s completely different when you’re topless.
As I’ve got older my tastes have matured. I now realise there’s more to life than spending Sunday mornings with a polishing cloth. I’ve relaxed my style. Now I like cars with patina. Older cars that have been lived in, like tired brown leather club chairs. Dings and dents only add to the charm.
I’ve also realised that there’s two types. One car is to get you around on a daily basis. So it’s got to work and never go wrong. The other’s purely for fun. Motor Traders use some entertaining phrases; “There’s a backside for every seat” is one. “When the roof comes down the price goes up” is another. Convertibles and cabriolets sell for more money than Coupes. The glamour and the statement.
It’s so much easier for people to look at people in a roofless car.