Rootes’ Anglo-American hooligan is arguably one of the world’s greatest Q-cars. It looks like little more than a Sunbeam Alpine with delusions of grandeur, but fire up the small-block Ford V8 – initially 4.3, then 4.7 litres – and the angry bellow through the Matrix-Churchill-sized exhausts instantly dispels any all-show-and-no-go suspicions. Plant the throttle and drop the clutch and your getaway is a look-at-me riot of burnt rubber overlaid with a V8 bass rumble that builds to a crescendo roar as the driver flails at the steering wheel, trying to control the torque steer. Sophisticated? Hardly. Fun? Absolutely.