con2k
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Mine was calling my dads new dark Blue C plate Sierra Sapphire a Sierra Fastfire. Couldnt get my head around the word 'Sapphire' so Fastfire it was! Made more sense to me.
Also, the same driveway, about the same time, I remember my grandparents driving over from Armagh to visit us in Newcastle. I remember their light (Labrador) blue Mercedes W123 pulling up. The grille was massive and the badge high on the bonnet above me. Loved those cars since then. Colour coded centrecaps (one missing). N.Ireland reg, petrol. Couldnt tell you what engine size but it started with 2 and ended in 0. don't think it was 200. 230? 240? 250? duno what they do them in! Oh, the indicators! Lit up both left and right on the dash when you signalled. My grandad kept asking me which way we were going when it did that! lol
Would love to own one. Would love that one! Wish I could find the reg, altho it would just confirm my disappointment of it being scrapped! lol
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Last Edit: Feb 1, 2012 13:49:22 GMT by con2k
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Moving house in my Dad's best friend's brown Matra Rancho. It's one of my earliest memories and I also recall soiling myself while looking at the awesomeness of said vehicle. 27 years have since passed, and I can't be sure if the two instances are linked. Either way, I've not yet owned a Rancho, just to be on the safe side...
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Earliest car memory is that of the metal bars across the inside of the roof in my parents Citroen Dyane. Must have been around 1979...
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There is nothing more expensive than a cheap Mercedes
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Accidentally knocking the umbrella handbrake off of Dad's Renault 16TL around 1975 and being saved by him and a neighbour (Mr Webble, or weeble as we called him, the never fall down) before it hit a wall. Sorry Dad.
Also, flying between the front seats in a Minx estate on the Isle of Wight during an emergency stop. I cracked a tooth on the choke lever. Again, probably mid 70's.
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Peugeot 307sw - Suzuki SV650S - MX5.
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Falling from the back door of a mk1 tina on the roundabout at junction 21 m6 on the A57
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I remember our red Datsun 120Y as I used to say it had football wheels! I was about 5? just like this one ![](http://farm1.staticflickr.com/155/331004769_eaf33156af_z.jpg?zz=1)
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Last Edit: Feb 1, 2012 23:18:37 GMT by RobMorris
Current retro - 1996 Alfa Romeo GTV / Daily - 2016 Nissan Qashqai Previous retros - Prelude, Integra, XR2s, XR3s, Orions, CRXs, Sylvia S12, S13, Pulsar, ZX 16v, 205 Gti, MX5, MR2 etc
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Then a year later we had one of these bt I think it was more of a royal blue? ![](http://www.forum-auto.com/uploads/200601/vgv_1138558997_datsun_violet_2.jpg)
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Current retro - 1996 Alfa Romeo GTV / Daily - 2016 Nissan Qashqai Previous retros - Prelude, Integra, XR2s, XR3s, Orions, CRXs, Sylvia S12, S13, Pulsar, ZX 16v, 205 Gti, MX5, MR2 etc
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reading these brings back memories for me my earliest was cutting my head open and my dad rushing me to hospital in his mk3 cortina another one was getting in my dads mk2 escort on a hot day with shorts on and jumping straight back out again burning my legs on the vinyl seats or been in the back of my uncles triumph 2000 sitting on the centre armrest watching the trailer we werte towing all the way to cornwall lol.
I also have loads of memories rinding in the luggage part of my dads various estate cars i also remember seeing a range rover vogue for the first time in about 89 and being amazed by how well they looked never thinking id own one but now finally i do .
I also have one bad memory my dad taking us to see the last day of the lightning aircraft in his renault 18 and it breaking down on the way there so we didnt get there have had a hatred for them cars ever since lol
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Either wetting my pants on the back seat of my mum's boyfriend's maroon Renault 5 on our first outing in his car (with beige tweed seats, I recall in vivid detail for some reason)
OR riding in the back of my grandad's red Reliant Rialto estate around Rotherham, when a small engine fire erupted and he proceeded to beat it out to a torrent of curses while my mum covered my ears.
both would have been when I was about 2-3 years old but I can't recall which happened first!
3rd clear memory is when our hired transit broke down on the M1 while moving house. Both mum and BF were understandably upset, but I remember being delighted because there was a big power station right outside the window (ratcliffe-on-soar I would guess?) and I was fascinated by it, I though it was where the clouds came from.
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Watching Steve Soper and Andy Rouse battling it out round Brands Hatch in their Sierra RS500s and watching the RAC Rally every winter on our TV ;D In terms of family cars, my dad's metallic blue Mk3 Escort with its oh so cool square spotlamps on the grille - various road trips and holidays to fun places were undertaken in that machine. These included regular journeys to Donington and Brands with my dad and a friend of his to truck race meetings (they used to work on them when they both worked at Lucas in Birmingham) which is what started my obsession with motorsport. I still remember one trip to Donington when my dad's friend brought his daughter with us and the poor girl was violently sick all over the back seat of our Escort! ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) (I also remember the day that car was part-exchanged for a Rover 100, which would later become my first car.) The same friend of my dad parading his "jam sandwich" police-liveried Mk4 Zephyr and later his Rover P4 at car shows. My mum's beige Mk1 Fiesta with its dark brown interior, which later had much of its front end held together with Plastic Padding body filler after it started to go rotten. Playing with the cassette tapes in the door pocket of my grandad's blue Mk4 Escort when he used to pick me up from primary school. My dad's company B3 Passat which replaced the Escort - main memory of this horrible grey barge is when we rear-ended a stationary Golf in it on a motorway sliproad. If ever I sit in a B3 Passat I can still smell the burning tyres from when my dad tried to skid to a stop before the impact. And an odd one - being taken to hospital in a Mk2 Transit ambulance after falling and cutting my forehead open just after we'd moved house. I was only about three or four, and probably concussed, but I still clearly remember it was a Mk2 Transit that picked me up and ran me to hospital. (Bit of an essay there, sorry!)
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dapper
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Sitting in a tree in the orchard at the end of our street waiting for a TR7 to go by is the most predominant motor memory from my youth.
Dad having to guide the Granada 2.3 GL down the mountains into Andorra town on just the handbrake is pretty memorable as well.
Oh and Uncle Dave's greyhounds p1ssing in the back of Dad's 244 on the way down to Pompey dogs. Smelly batardos
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Last Edit: Feb 2, 2012 5:19:49 GMT by dapper
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THE_Liam
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Probably being about 5, getting very upset seeing my dad trade his awesome Escort XR3 in for a Cavalier SR. Looking back though, I preferred the Cavalier!
Must have been about 1993 I think, so both cars were already over 10 year old...
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I remember being about 5 or 6, sitting in the back of my Dads blue Mk5 Cortina Estate driving to Cornwall. After the Cortina he had a Black Lancia Delta HF Turbo. Those two cars really stick in my memory for some reason. Before the Cortina he had a Hillman Avenger, my brother remembers that better than me though.
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1993 Mercedes-Benz 190e LE in Azzuro Blue.
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chrisdcapri
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Being on a family holiday in my dad's 1981 Fiat Strada, which he was desperately trying to keep going with an assortment of bits of wire and crocodile clips protruding from the dash as the ignition switch and the rest of the electrics packed up one by one while the mother of all rainstorms hammered at (and around, I think) the windscreen - ahh happy days
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