Hey guys! This is my first post, so welcome to my blog!
I’m Chris, petrolhead and lover of anything powered by explosions. I work as a graphic designer full-time and do a splash of web development on the side.
I was first introduced to older cars at a very young age as my grandad owned an early 1980’s Mercedes-Benz roadster in beige. I don’t recall which model though I like to think it was a 280SL, with the long round headlights. Every summer I’d visit my grandparents in Florida and my brother and I would wash his car for him. He’d drive us for ice cream as a reward, with me lying in the parcel shelf behind the seats along with his two Fox terriers, Whiskey and Brandy. Suffice it to say we barely fit.
By the time I was 16 or 17 the car had seen better days. The fenders were rotten with rust, as was most of the chrome trim on the car. The dogs chewed around the edges of the passenger seat out of anticipation on their way to the beach. The car never missed a beat though, firing up instantly and getting us all home safely every time. It was as reliable as an old Mercedes gets. My parents were in the middle of getting the car transported from Florida to us in Spain so it could be restored when my grandma suddenly sold it to a wrecker’s yard. She wasn’t in the best state of mind anymore and decided she wanted it gone.
As I grew older I began remembering how fun it was to be driven around in the old roadster and decided to keep an eye out for anything that might give me a similar experience. Old German roadsters were way out reach. That brought me on to LBCs, or Little British Cars, and the Spridgets.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Come back in a couple days to meet my 1967 Austin Healey Sprite.