Ups and downs
The Service Guide article on the Morris 8 in the August issue brought back many happy memories for me. My father, who had his apprenticeship as a motor mechanic soon after WWI and who was disparaging about the ‘fitters’ who came into the garage business after WWII, had what must have been a pre-series model, CYO830, because it had a fabric propshaft joint.
Living in Ipswich, when going up the Bishops Hill, we knew to change down before we passed the White Elm pub. When the car needed a decoke, it was done alongside our beach hut at Felixstowe in the summer. This would only take an hour. I was ‘allowed’ to grind in the valves with the coarse paste, but my father always did the final bit.
My partner and I did 1000 miles touring the West Country and the only instruction we were given was that, if going up Porlock Hill, to stop at the foot of the hill, put car in bottom gear and leave it there until we reached the top. This was at a time when a large number of cars needed rescuing by the permanent AA men halfway up the hill!
Kim Henson goes Morris dancing.