Found a pic of an old car I bought in '74
This is a Morris Minor 1000cc 3 speed car. It was a legacy car- I was stationed on an Air Force base in England, and this car was passed from Airman to Airman as they came and went. I snagged it for a couple hundred bucks, installed a cheap stereo cassette player in it (damned car's electric system was backwards- it had a positive ground system and I had to wire the player in reverse) and began tooling around the English back roads. Me and my buddies had some great times in this tired old beast- it topped out at maybe 45mph, but that was okay. It was good enough to get us to the pub that was just off base, and to the fish and chips shop just down the road in Shefford.
Funny- it was easier for me to learn how to drive "backwards" on their roads than it was for me to come home and relearn the "right" way.
Great times. Great memories.
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I love this picture. I hadn't known you'd been in England all those years ago. I know you had some good times...
It IS good to remember those, esp. when things are tougher now.
Thank you for taking us along...
1974 I was 20....the music was great back then along with the cars. 
Was never in a wreck in it. But you know that, since I'm alive to type this.
Remember how the driver's seat tipped forward, with nothing to hold it in place but gravity ?
Wow. Just... wow. 
Back in the mid 60's, a friend of mine had one of those. I had an Austin Mini. Both were positive ground. We got stoned one night and hooked up the battery backwards. We were convinced that the horn would suck, the headlights would put out black light, and the radio speakers would cause complete silence inside the car. And maybe the engine would run backwards and we'd have one forward gears and three reverse.
One of the psychological effects. Not a premonition, just a subconscious sense that life would be short and I wouldn't live to see 30. So the recklessness of getting a Jag made sense at the time, in a perverse sort of way.
And I cracked it up in short order. Took a wrong turn driving back to the hospital and ran of the road when I suddenly encountered a closed gate. Luckily, the MPs who responded were led by a sergeant who was a friend of mine, because I was drunk at the time after visiting The Camelot bar in San Francisco.
Replacing the bonnet alone cost $2,000 in 1971. 
One disapaintment was that the '70 Jag no longer had the cool shaped glass over the headlights. But I made up for it by installing a quad 8-track with 4 speakers.
I can barely remember his name but I will never forget that car
