Stageas are cool, especially 1st Gen. I’d love one, but they’re getting a bit old, and don’t fit my work/life needs. Sigh.

You might want to check out an obscure engine known as the Cosworth DFV, and its derivatives. In F1, the DFV has a record of “a total of 155 wins from 262 races between 1967 and 1985”.

Sorry about that Kat. It’s why I leave my ticket in the pocket in the backside of my sunvisor.

How about a pair of these.

Duxford has one regular carpark. It’s right in front of the entrance. Duxford is not Walmart. Duxford is not the USA. There are overflow carparks, but the report states:

This is some of what I see when driving around my part of Japan. Lots of countryside and ricefields. Cities, not so much.

Could well be a Sunbeam. That one had a different rake (fastbackish) to the rear window. It’s still an imp, though.

#5 Hillman Imp. Definitely.

Ahem. High-tech remote tyre pressurisation, but no low-tech locking differentials. IMHO, a failure of prioritisation. My experience (exploration geologist Australia) was to go with the mechanical solution first. Deflating tyres was the last choice, but who am I to judge?

CP. What it lacks is an SBC and a Powerglide.

You missed the long stroke block and the 3-bearing crankshaft (ok, late B-Series engines had 5 mains). When I migrated from bikes to cars I spent years bottom feeding on asthmatic BMC cars. Then I discovered Italian cars and found that Alfas and Lancias gave a lot of perfomance for very little money.

Imagine going to war in that. “Gentlemen, here is your coffin. Good luck and good hunting.” Balls of steel is a bit of an understatement.

Two-stroke Villiers. 197cc of propulsive nightmares. My first bike, a Francis Barnett, had one. It made Lucas look like a paragon of reliability.

I’ll stick with my Legacy Wagon, thank you very much. It has 180cm in the bed, and I’m 178cm (5’10”) tall/long. It sleeps Mrs Jagworth and me very comfortably/snugly, and has AWD to boot.

“The name of the road could have provided the young driver with a clue: Panzerringstrasse translates as “Tank Ring Road”.”

Double smug (actually smug squared) here. I converted my UK licences (plural: car + unlimited motorcycle) to Japanese licenses after a couple of hours cruising through the system, and passing an eye test. I’d like to convert my HGV licence too, but I think that would be a little harder and I don’t need it right now.

Man. Them’s fighting words. I’ll take my Giuletta (admittedly not alfa’s finest styling achievement) over your Alfetta any day!

CP. Love rwd Alfas (I’ve had three), and the Milano/75 is the best of the lot. I really like the looks too. I’d be prepared to pay good money for a clean and nearly original (excepting a 2.5 to 3 litre upgrade) car. Not this one.

Interesting, but Honda wasn’t the first or the only person to attach auxilliary 2-strokes to bicycles.

Haha. No shortage of butter in Tohoku AFIK. It did take me back to my truck-driving days in the 1970s. The ERFs I was driving were correctly described by my brother as having “punishment cabs”. Before work (usually a 6am start) I used to make myself a flask of tea (black) and fill an empty Marmite jar with fresh milk.