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When Gillian met Henry................
Gillian and Henry
Amongst a huddle of vintage rusted vehicles, in the sleepy village of Alvechurch, Henry & I found one another. I could feel my excitement as I greeted him with a curious gaze. Could he really become my very first car?
Having just arrived from a similarly sleepy Markinch, I was aware that the day’s rail trip from Scotland had been a long journey to now find fault in the Standard I’d come to view.
In some ways, my journey into Standard motoring had already been going on for some time -
I’d listened to the intriguing wail given out by our electric Birmingham to Alvechurch train as it had pulled out from each new station on route to meet Henry. As I had listened, I’d attempted to absorb some last minute ‘car-
Henry is a 1957, apple-
Henry did not disappoint and for this I was most relieved. I don’t know any other 24 year old and fairly strapped for cash students, who have dragged their partner on a 400-
I needn’t have worried. Henry was in wonderful condition. The material which lined the roof had seen better and somewhat brighter, whiter days but other than that, stepping inside was just like stepping straight into the 1950’s. On the outside, Henry had a couple of scrapes to his paintwork but overall he looked good. Upon firing up his 800cc engine, Henry seemed to be mechanically sound and ready to go. With that Chris, Wendy, Wendy’s partner & I all bundled ourselves into the waiting Standard 8 and off we went for a test drive. I didn’t drive Henry myself. Instead, I asked Chris to do all the test-
I looked at Henry and I knew I just had to go with my instinct. When I’ve looked back in retrospect, I’ve so often found that my best decisions were those taken on gut feeling. Perhaps buying a 1957 car wouldn’t be much of a parent-
You can read Part 2 of this story, the journey home, here
That's a great story Gillian, and it's my pleasure to publish it. You already know that you have a much more interesting and likeable car than any common A35. Perhaps surprisingly, I immediately spotted another Standard, a grey Ensign behind your head in the photograph.