ParkRoyal2100:
Spardo:
Not talking about wagons, but a much loved car I owned in the UK was a Granada auto. When I got it I had a lot of trouble with the gearbox. Eventually it was discovered that the pipe with the fluid in the box was fed forward to pass through the radiator and back again. Apparently a previous owner, possibly because he thought it was leaking, had by-passed the rad altogether, which meant the fluid just got hotter and hotter till it decided enough was enough.
When I first āarrivedā here in Oz (Perth, 1988), I visited the town (I beg its pardon, City) centre and there I saw multiple taxis. āThatās a funny-looking Granadaā I thought.
They were, of course, not Granddads at all but Falcons (Foulcans if you like). Did you ever drive one?
Yes I did, as a Yellow Cab Co taxi in Sydney in '69/ā70 or thereabouts. I donāt have photos but the first one was the earlier model and then the bloke who owned it, Norm Pickford, bought the newer model (the one that looked like the last Granadas) and handed it over to me 6 nights a week (he, like most owners, did the day shifts ) while he kept the old one as his personal car. I have very fond memories of that time, he was very good to me, there were several ways owners and drivers paid and were paid, but the one he, and I, favoured was called fixed money. It varied through the nights of the week with the highest payments being made for Friday and Saturday nights. One advantage of this was if I didnāt want to work, I didnāt need to, if I took a lot of money it was all mine. I had the car at my disposal and as long as I put the petrol in and paid him the money he didnāt care if I was carrying passengers or not. By arrangement one weekend 2 mates and I, all Yellow Cab drivers, drove up to my mate Denisā parents for the weekend and stayed with them for a couple of nights. 600 miles away at Dubbo. As they were all country bumpkins to us city slickers, āDubboā became a term of friendly abuse for anyone a bit dull in the brain department.
As I said Norm was very good to me, self interest of course, no false modesty but I was a good driver and 100% reliable so he didnāt want to lose me and so, alone amongst every mate I had, he put me on holiday pay, so much in a bank account for every day I worked. Years later, back in UK and trying with my new family to emigrate back he offered to sponsor me but it all came to nothing due to circumstances beyond my control. The father of my adopted children couldnāt be found to authorise their departure from the country. Otherwise I would be in the sea at Bondi every day now, instead of the pond in between my trees in France.
Sorry for all that, you stepped on a memory cell and I got carried away. Back to the Falcon. A great car, automatic, and a lever to open the boot from the seat , very nice, but, no heater. Not a big problem except when I wanted to demist the screen.