The Aesthete's Fleet
Sorry, there is no other word for it. One dented rear bumper on the harbour bridge paralysed much of the city for an hour and a half on a SATURDAY. I can now fully understand why I have not seen any interesting old cars on the road as you would be mad to go out in anything but a five year old Nissan Tiida. I did see one amusing spectacle, however. Four gangsters in a Mercedes 300 proceeding north on the motorway pointing their fingers out the windows as if to shoot other motorists and giving gang salutes to exhausted commuters. I wondered if they were heading for their fortified gang pad in Arkles Bay? Hilarious.
As I am still busy sorting my elderly parents' affairs out I will let other readers do the picking this week but here is one from the Aesthete to get started with. I will begin the bikes next week.
1953 Alvis TA21. What is going on in the Alvis market? There are either more of these fine vehicles in New Zealand than I had thought or all the Alvis owners alive have clubbed together to sell their cars at once. This is the desirable Tickford-bodied drop head coupe version of the more familiar four door saloon. It is properly coach built in alloy so the condition of the timber frame is paramount. That said, it is sportier than a Daimler or Armstrong Siddeley and cheap for what it is.
For: Elegant, quite quick and with an all synchro gearbox, nice to drive.
Against: Look for evidence of rough repairs. This is well beyond an amateur's scope.
Investment potential: 3/10 if you think of the alternatives.
For: Oh, those rear spats, definitely. Grwwlll.
Against: They rallied these in snow and ice... How?
Investment potential: 2/10. Perennially undervalued, there are two of these for sale in excellent condition for 10K.
2008 Smart ForFour Brabus: Is this the future of our hobby? Probably, so best get used to it now. I have to say, these clever little devices stand out in traffic and I have had a many chances to study traffic close up over the past ten days. Almost all modern cars seem to be cloned from the nearest equivalent Mercedes so you may as well have a Smart, a midget Merc in all but name. It weighs the same as a crisp packet and packs 174 hp so it will make you shout out loud.
For: More fun than a Lotus Elise!
Against: People will think you are a latte sipping boofhead. Or worse, Mike Hosking.
Investment potential: 0/10. Nowhere but down until the boofheads move out of the market.
For: I am not sure but I imagine the Germans have a word for it.
Against: You would have to stop laughing at some point.
Investment potential: What is doodly-squat expressed as a percentage?
For: Comfortable, fast and still cheap, even at this price.,
Against: You will need Wonderboy sooner or later. I have his number.
Investment potential: 3/10. Really good ones will follow DSes upwards.
On some faraway beach...
For: No-one else will have one, here, there or anywhere else.
Against: Oh, many things I am sure.
Investment potential: A noisy, smokey, fuel guzzling and impossible to maintain Citroen anyone? Anyone at all?
Ah, the dreary and dire Bumseam Tollbooth, prostituting in one fell swoop two of the finest names in British motoring from the 1920's, even if one was designed by a Frenchman and the other by a Swiss...
ReplyDeleteAt least the RM Riley didn't break in two under the windscreen but it was OK. Your Sunburnt Albert was still held together by the inner guards and the steering column after the chassis completely failed and in 1970 there was still a garage in Manurewa who would give you a warrant-of-fitness on one in such a state. Don't ask me how I know unless you're prepared to stump up with a bottle of Bombay Sapphire... (And don't get me started on Squiddly Diddlys...)
Your much-vaunted spats would hold eight pounds of wet mud apiece until it finally made its way out as the oxidation process progressed and that lusty four cylinder lump was more at home in a Commer truck where it really did a much better job and should have been left. Brakes and handling ensured that every trip out was crammed with unnecessary excitement and the whole plot was as sporting as a three-piece chesterfield suite.
The one part on the car which was pure sex, and it didn't come from the Rooted Group's parts bin, was the upper rear door hinge on each side. It is a thing of pure loveliness and I have one on the shelf yet.