Posts Tagged ‘Morris’

Moggy Love

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

The Morris Minor holds a peculiar kind of affection in British hearts. There’s something accessible, friendly and comforting about the design. As much as the Mini, the Minor is inter­woven into British culture, welded to the image of ourselves like perhaps no other single piece of English Iron.

It’s1973. My old man inherits an ancient moggy in black (of course) from his old man. It is ancient, so old that the indic­ators are those ones that physically drop out of the door pillars. This thing is rusted all around the sills and smells of turps and brick dust inside, the red leather seats fetid and torn.

Somewhere in my five year old mind I associate this car with the Blitz. Dodgy infant chronology notwith­standing there is something about this car that is plucky, resilient; something stoic and rooted in the English earth.

But the thing is about the moggy is that it has no power. When me, my baby sister and mum and dad are all loaded up it wheezes and chugs like an arthritic uncle, eliciting the odd backfire and a profanity or two from dad’s otherwise chaste mouth.

It is so badly under­powered that one Sunday, on the way over to my nan’s for the requisite roast, we fail to make it over the big hill that lay between our house and granny’s. Dad does the only thing he knows. He turns round sticks it in reverse, and we scale the hill backwards.

I don’t under­stand of course, that reverse is the lowest gear, and that the fact that we are going backward to go forward isn’t some exist­ential statement of retro­gressive intent.

No. I just think it is cool. I think that reversing over a huge hill is a way of looking back, knowing where you have been so that you are informed of your best way forward. And this strange fragment of automotive memory has stayed with me ever since.

Anyway, this is a nice little video that somehow captures exactly what is so appealing about the Morris Minor. Excuse my self indulgence.

Sir Alec Issigonis

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Alec Issigonis, who would create the most iconic piece of fully realized automotive design of the 1960s, was born in the Greek port of Smyrna in 1906. He was the descendent of at least two gener­a­tions of passionate engineers, but there were countless reasons why he should not have succeeded in his chosen trade.

This was not a man who cared too much about the whys and where­fores of statistics or market research. To him public demand was bunk, and mathem­atics the enemy of the truly creative individual. As if to underline his distaste for numbers he failed the maths module of his course at Battersea Polytechnic three times.

But Issigonis compensated for this arith­metical inadequacy with a determined vision that carried him through the troublesome details of engin­eering. “I thought we had to do something better than the bubble cars”, he said just before his death in 1988, “I thought we should make a very small car for the housewife that was economical to run with lots of shopping space inside which didn’t need a big boot.”

It was a seemingly modest ambition– but its realisation changed the way the public saw small cars forever.

After finally completing his training at Battersea Poly – under the tutelage of his watchful mother – the nineteen year old began to pick up work with various design consultancies in London and the midlands whilst setting to work on building a racing car. We’re not sure whether the project ever saw the light of day, but it’s fair to say that it sparked in him a desire to build innov­ative motors that would never fade.

Illustration by Paul Willoughby, commis­sioned exclus­ively for Influx

In the thirties he went on to work for Morris on a number of mainstream industry projects, and during the war years he penned a motorised wheel­barrow for the War Department. He was also, of course, the main architect of the iconic Morris Minor.

The project that would become Issigonis’s magnum opus started with unassuming moniker “Austin Design Office Project 15.” The project was infused with innov­ation from the get-​​go. Engine was switched sideways to save space. Drive was focused on the front wheels to remove the weighty and space hungry trans­mission tunnel. The gear box was placed just below the engine in a single unitary design

The result was one of two cars at the time into which my grand­father – at 6’5” – could fit. The other was a Jaguar.

The Mini was an unpre­ced­ented success. It was perfect for Joe Public with its price tag – a snatch at £497 and celebrities loved it for its radical new design. The mini came to be associated instantly with a new gener­ation of car owners. This baby boom gener­ation was younger, more fashion conscious and more socially mobile than any that had preceded it. The mini, in other words, chimed perfectly with the times.

Sixties fashion supremo Mary Quant summed up the Mini’s quotidian appeal. “It was my first car and I was very proud of. It was black with black leather seats — a handbag on wheels. Flirty, fun and exciting, it went exactly with the miniskirt.”

So was Issigonis’s vision a case of the right man being in the right place in the right time – or a sublime piece of celestial inspir­ation that can perhaps never happen again? Perhaps we should leave the last word to Sir Alec himself: “the public don’t know what they want — it’s my job to tell them.”

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Influx people: Seventies Stylists

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Chris Ryan
Chris Ryan is Cornish based surfer, musician and collector of offbeat vehicles. His Beach Buggy is a creation from the early 70s — with fibre­glass frame strapped onto a ’61 beetle chassis. The motor is your standard 1500 VW job. “I bought the buggy from a friend who used it on a farm about 10 years ago with a view to restoring it,”, he tells me. ” The project hasn’t really taken off yet,” he says, “But I like it because it isn’t a shiny gadget: it’s a bit nasty.”

Neville King
Chef and co-​​proprietor of the Old Station Inn in Hallatrow, Somerset, Neville bought his Corvette 13 years ago whilst he was living in the US to keep in the UK as a runaround. The plan had been to buy a British classic motor car, but this was a little piece of the American dream he wanted to keep close.
“She has dangerous curves — great going in a straight line, but gets inter­esting in the wet. She’s still a very comfortable drive, if a little noisy. Last weekend she was driven up to Newcastle and back without a problem.“
www.theoldstationandcarriage.co.uk

Elsie Pinniger
Pro surfer and seamstress Elsie Pinniger bought ‘Mo’ the 1976 Morris Marina in Harvest Gold, 18 months ago. Though Marinas haven’t had the best press of late, Elsie is in love.
“It’s so easy to fix! All you need is the manual. I always surprise the AA men by knowing what to do with Mo in a crisis. Mo’s also long enough to keep the longboard in. Huge priority.
www.goodneon.co.uk

Ode to Leylandia

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

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With dole queues length­ening, a generally despised Labour government and revolution arising in Iran, It feels like 1979 all over again! What better time, then, for a bit of remin­is­cence back to the days of British Leyland and the cars that populated our streets, reflecting the temper of the times.

Daimler Sovereigns were built to fit right in to the reserved parking space for directors and upper management at the factories and workshops of British industry. Fragrant with walnut and leather and resounding with the giggles of saucy secret­aries, the music of the fall of Empire jangled on its eight track stereo. Kiplinesque tones of self confidence radiated from its every sheaf of Sheffield steel.

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The P6 Rover, however, reflected the stoic compliance of the British middle classes. Its hunkered down, steady practic­ality whispered of the success of franchise-​​broking shopkeepers. English dream­s­capes populated by red brick Universities, Barratt Homes and steel-​​and-​​glass conser­vat­ories are evoked in its easy-​​to under­stand lines. The shape makes me think of Saturday night comfort TV in the form of On The Buses, Dad’s Army and Bruce Forsyth’s Generation Game. Give us a twirl, Anthea!

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The Morris Marina, last and resol­utely least, is the prolet­arian tin can to end them all. Modest, unassuming but in the right hands feisty and agressive, the Marina repres­ented the skilled working class for which it was marketed perfectly. It might be prone to overheating, corrosion and wasn’t exactly easy on the eye, but like the bloke who drove it, it knew its place.