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Can We Go Back To The Motoring Future Please? (Or The One Car I Really Wish I Could Have Driven)
It is with some irony that I learned that Leicester is supposed to be about to turn into a tect circuit for driverless cars.

The irony being the only car I have ever actually wanted to drive (out of all the cars owned by both my Dad and my Grandad) having gone to that great Scrapyard in the Sky when I was about 16.  I am not ashamed to say I cried when I saw it being put on a skip lorry.  (It was one of only two vehicles which I first remembered Dad owning - the other was a Commer - or Comma - whatever the Campervans were called.)  I think Dad had been hoping to get it roadworthy again at some point but never got round to it.

The car in question was a bottle green NSU.  I seem to remember it was an original "H" or "K" registration (as in when the date letters were on the right of the number plate instead of the left).  It may not have looked very special to most humans but - according to me - that little car looked beautiful.  In fact, it is in my top three of cars owned by my Dad and my Grandad - in second place was the first car that I remember my Grandad owning (a maroon coloured Hillman Imp) and in third place was the second car my Grandad owned (a snazzy grey Mini with woodwork trim on the outside).

I have to admit that there was one make of car which I wish either of them had owned (even though I cannot stand the modern version) and this had nothing to do with the car itself.  It was more connected with the hub caps.  (Those hub caps and what I called the "Milk Bottle Tops" shiny hub caps you got on buses where an source of endless fascination for me.)

I suppose you would have to be at least 35 years old to remember the old Mercedes cars with their colour coordinated hub caps (complete with the Mercedes logo on them).  I whiled away many hours looking at those when we got off the car ferry in Rotterdam.  Funnily enough I seem to only remeber seeing them driving around near ports (and thinking the cars were very expensive as a result).

Of course, if someone would like to manufacture a working example of KITT from Knightrider I would be the first to ask to be able to be driven around in him.


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