Yes, I once actually performed the foul deed within the confines of a TR7; this event may have taken place, if my memory does me no disservice, in the car park of Finchley Golf Club.Originally Posted by Burney
I used to get lifts to work with a rather pretty sales lady who insisted on driving one of them - canary yellow, too. Not only did one look ridiculous in it, it was forever going wrong, so I'd have to get the bus.
If I hadn't fancied her rotten (and needed a lift), I'd probably have sacked off the whole arrangement.
She turned out to be a lesbian.
A regrettable, cramped and uncomfortable, of ultimately satisfying, experience.
The car in question was one of the few automatics built, by the way. A three-speed unit, this was not a gearbox of which the British motor industry should be proud.
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