Every day, for a few years now, we’ve been bringing the world of vintage motoring in all its glory with films, a website, and social media—all of it overwhelmingly positive. Because it is. But every now and then, small issues and problems creep up (even with the most well-sorted of cars), and we’d by lying if we said none of them happened to us. So what drives you insane about your classic car?
For me, other than it being parked more than I’d like, I find my 1973 Porsche 914 2.0-litre to have a few annoying traits. I wasn’t around to drive it when it was new, so much of my chagrin revolves around the game of whack-a-mole when fault tracing and the yoga poses I need to deploy to even get at much of its engine.
With the Citroën 2CV I owned for a year, the thing that drove me insane wasn’t how slow it was: I (stupidly) thought it’d plod through traffic mostly unnoticed…but it attracted people like an iPhone launch. OK, maybe not like an iPhone launch…but sometimes you just want to go for a quick jaunt without playing curator.
What drives you insane about your classic?
