A great, fun listen that nails the vibe of that era nicely.
Loved the story and lyric...very cute and brought back happy/sad memories.
Not long after I'd learned to drive, an uncle had died and my lovely Auntie said I could have their old car for nowt. It was an Austin Allegro, which had a reputation as being one of the worst cars British Leyland ever produced in the war-torn industrial wasteland of 1970s Britain. And although it was social suicide to be seen in it, and I used to joke that the accelerator was actually just a volume pedal, I ran it for three years and it only cost me £3.95 for a track rod end and £4 to have the bizarre hydragas suspension system refilled.
I was gutted when I scrapped it - netting me a profit of £25 - because I left Arturo Barea's Spanish Civil War Trilogy - The Track, The Forge and The Clash on the back seat by accident.
Cool song, Vicki...and nicely steered home by CPM...
Ps also, I just remembered...the fuel gauge was goosed, so I used to figure on getting around 35 mpg and add petrol accordingly, out of my unemployment benefit...but when the fuel tank sprung a leak, you used to be able to buy these kind of industrial elastoplasts to patch them up. So for ages, I tried to run it down to empty, before my mate and I unbolted the fuel tank to repair it. I thought it must be just about empty...so I positioned myself underneath, ready to lower it down gently and braced myself...but when Steve undid the last bolt, it still had loads of petrol left in, dropped like a ton of bricks and nearly flattened me.
Happy days.