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... and they made some of the worst cars as well. How well I remember the gutless P3 and what followed, the 75 'cyclops' through to the 110, the grannie-model Rover as we call them here. Just perfect for sliding into the funeral courtage, immediately behind the hearse, and then slowly motor on towards deaths door.
...Visions of SD1s littering the roadside, worthless, unsaleable. Of deconstructing interiors and brittle BL plastics, of dead fuel pumps, or if you were lucky enough to get fuel then a carby fire, and that automotive coup-de-gras ... a Lucas electrical system.
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