SIR: Like Kenneth Ball (Readers’ Letters, September issue), I never once used the starter motor on my vehicle in the morning. This was because, when my Dad rescued a Second World War Jeep from a scrapyard, he failed to add a starter motor. He stopped up the bullet holes in the radiator, swept out the sand (which my geography teacher found was from the North African desert), and taught me how to swing a starting handle. Clothes pegs kept the throttle and choke in the precise position for starting, which it invariably did.
I worked at Tatton Park, Cheshire, and was welcomed during snowfalls by car drivers stuck in – or on top of, in the case of Minis – snow blocking the mile-long drive. A procession ensued; Jeep at the front and Minis at the back.
When petrol went up to 2/3d a gallon, I could no longer afford to run the Jeep and reverted to my Raleigh Rambler ex-police pedal cycle. Dave ‘Tiny’ French, Bath, Somerset.