MORGAN 3 WHEELER
GIVEN FEBRUARY’S COLD snap, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to learn that the Morgan lived mainly at the office. Whether it was due to the limited traction or the barely there protection from the elements, my colleagues have steered clear.
One chilly Friday, I decided to take the Mog over the other cars on our test fleet. Leaving the office at 6:30pm, I quickly became grateful for the heated seats. Unfortunately, while they keep your thighs, bum and back warm, the rest of you gets cold.
I was soon praying for some heat soak from the engine to start thawing my toes, and for an extra layer of clothing to protect my torso. By the end of my 75min commute, I was ready for a roaring fire, a stiff drink and a foil blanket.
That wasn’t enough to put me off the Mog. Bereft of infotainment, it’s a car that forces you to focus on the art of driving. I knew I’d made the correct choice of weekend wheels, right up to the moment I had to go back to work at 6.30am the following Monday. Can anyone recommend decent thermal underwear?