My first car was my Mom's cast-off Spitfire Mk IV, the wimpy one with a
1296cc motor and cardboard interior. Top speed of about 70mph when wound
out but it had a REAL low center of gravity, and was real low in general,
so it was still fun to drive.
And we ARE talking LOW: I could sit in the driver's seat, stick my arm out
the window and with a mild stretch touch the ground with my fingertips.
It had a marginal electric system, notably no horn. Being so low, it was
below most truck mirrors. So, after the first half-dozen times of being run
off the road by huge 18-wheelers (on bridges, in tunnels, everywhere) who
didn't know I existed, I've totally lost my fear of vehicular death. Hence
motorcycles next, I guess. Anyway, I'm still here.
I had to take the roll bar off my TR6 cause the view from the rear-view
mirror was of a big black horizontal bar and that's all. Plus the pinhead
that installed it put the bolts through the sheetmetal, but neglected to
attach NUTS on the other side. Put a wrench on the bolts and "Gee, these
sure are easy to turn..."
--ian
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