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Convertible Beetle.
Probably rubbish for the carheads out there, but I always liked the look of them.
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winterish comes in early with a strong and well-judged bagsy, setting the bar high.
Very hard to choose just one. So I haven’t.
The heart says a works replica Healey 3000, but I don’t know any osteopaths, so my road car would be a Subaru Impreza 22B, circa 1998. Practical, yet with all the performance of something more idiotic. I was going to choose a Nissan Skyline for similar reasons, but they are so tuneable I’d never be able to resist going down the full Middlebridge how-many-horses-does-Sir-require? route, and thus losing my license.
My track car would be the 1966 3-litre AAR Eagle-Weslake Formula One car. It is the best looking early 3-litre F1 – the JPS Lotus 72 and Lotus 79 the best-looking later cars. The Eagle has the most glorious engine and exhausts.
The most attractive F1 car of all time is of course the Lotus 25, but – being practical – there is no way I could get in one.
As you haven’t bagsied any of these cars, they are up for bagsying.
I hereby bagsy them.
You are, I’m afraid, fundamentally incorrect regarding the most attractive F1 car of all time, and I’ll see you outside in the car park once I’ve finished my drink. That title will be held for all time by the Ferrari 156 – the famous sharknosed one.
You, sir, are wrong sir.
The rules should be clear to the meanest intelligence – only one (1) car can be bagsied. Mr. Area’s multiple bagsying is in clear contravention of this rule, and his featured cars remain available for bagsying.
Ok, ok, in which case, I bagsy just the Subaru Impreza.
I’ll be thinking of the Eagle, though. And a Facel Vega HK500, Austin Healey 3000 works replica and Light Car Company ‘Rocket’, but not bagsy-ing them.
Is there something under-appreciated, under-powered and available in a dull shade of grey? How about a 1 litre Sierra?
That’s mine, that is.
A fine and practical bagsy from fentonsteve that will have more than a few commenters fuming with jealousy!
I have a reasonably sized cock*, so not too bothered. Just a handy runabout to get me from A to B really.
*and for avoidance of doubt, I am male
I know nothing about cars and don’t drive. This leaves a certain class of male completely deprived of small talk.
‘So what do you drive?’
‘I don’t. My partner does the driving.’
‘Well what sort of car does she drive then?’
‘A blue one.’
I had a similar experience last year at Mrs F’s company Summer BBQ.
Him: “Did you see the match last night?”
Me: “No. Do you like Ethiopian jazz?”
I’m a petrolhead. I’m very interested in motorsport, aviation and military history. Not many people are, so I tend to keep quiet about my interests as a result. Just now and then, one of my friends might say ‘oh, look at that old aircraft, wonder what it is?’ Me; its a De Havilland Gypsy Moth. . .
@gcu-grey-area that’s one of my minor (and under-appreciated) talents too. Are you me? (Apart from the artistic talent, obvs.)
*pulls t-shirt collar forward, looks inside*. Dunno!
Aircraft recognition is probably my superpower. I was exposed to Observer’s books at an early age, and just hoovered up silhouettes and photos. I’m almost as good with birds and bird song – I find the various warblers (Little Brown Jobs) a problem. I wish I could identify trees and flowers to the same extent, as a couple of friends can.
I thought most blokes were into motorsport, aviation and military history in their early years. Some lose interest as they get older, the ones that don’t get invited to trivia nights.
(I am available any night ‘cept Thursday)
‘In to’ does not describe my affliction then or now! I suspect I am ‘on the spectrum’, as are many of the people I meet during the course of my work, most of which is hobby-related, in the aviation, mil history etc field.
I too am a boon at pub quizzes, though useless at the sports rounds, unless its motorsport. . .
Observer’s books came later for me. I think I have about ten different years’ copies of the Aircraft edition. I was initiated and then hooked via my Dad’s battered old copy of R.A. Saville-Sneath.
*consults database* I have 17, nothing before 1953. Only 6 Automobiles though – surprisingly hard to find and expensive. I also have several Saville-Sneaths too. Hope HPS doesn’t notice this conversation…
If we can’t talk safely about aircraft recognition or wheelbarrow tyre-valve adaptors here, where can we?
Wheelbarrow? Hurrrrr
I had the Observer’s Book Of Cars an’ all, don’t know which edition. But – in a bombshell revelation – I can reveal the Ladybird Book Of Cars is still in my possession, sixty years and gawd knows how many addresses down the line. A little miracle.
Crumbs, HP, that’s spooky (though they must have sold zillions, how many survive?) as I have that very Ladybird volume, dust jacket ‘n’ all too. Mine has some carefully pencilled marginalia where I have added observations about the difference between a Mk.1 and Mk.2 model of the motor in question, or noted which of my relatives owns (at the time) or had owned it. Early onset OCD I fear.
From The Ladybird Book Of Motor Cars:
“The Humber Super Snipe is one of Britain’s cars of good quality, offering an excellent standard of comfort. It has a smooth-running engine which gives the car a lively performance. This is one of the models made by the Rootes Group. Note the twin headlamps.”
A short tech spec follows. I find this stuff endlessly re-readable.
A friend of mine had this much earlier version of the Humber Super Snipe when I was in my late teens. We ranged far and wide in it – I remember a particularly wild night in Burnham-on-Crouch. Quite a step back to Southend when the driver is pissed as a fart. It was so big we had actual on-the-road parties in it sometimes.
“I remember a particularly wild night in Burnham-on-Crouch.”
Afterword t-shirt
I’m not a flaming thicky
I’m Billericay Mickey
And I’m doing very well.
@fentonsteve I’m stealing that!
People who aren’t interested in cars (and/or football) are so *interesting*.
‘So what do you drive?’
‘I don’t. My partner does the driving.’
*thinks – uh-oh* ‘Well what sort of car does she – if it is a she – drive then?’
‘A blue one.’
“Lovely colour, blue! I suppose you helped her with the choice there. Mind you, I can see you in a pink car, no probs. A little pink car. You’re the type who wouldn’t think it was symbolic of your virile capabilities. Amirite? Amirite?”
Exactly this. It’s an all too familiar conversation. At this point I usually excuse myself by saying that I need to top up my glass, and find someone to introduce me to the finer points of Ethiopian jazz.
There’s a similar thing happens to me at my, quite populous, workplace. Someone’s trying to describe Fred off the opposite shift and says ‘You know, he drives a Mitsuromeo … whatever’ and I wonder ‘Do the rest of you hang around the staff car park to check out how your colleagues come to work?’
But @thecheshirecat, I’d love to imagine you and your workmates come to work in company trains. “ You know Fred, still got one of those old Pacers!”
Regrettably we still have quite a few of those. Like bad pennies, etc.
I remember a very revealing TV documentary about company cars, in the days before the tax man put the kibosh on it. When they were a very good perk to have and a strong indicator of how much (or little) you were in favour.
Very intense rivalry, particularly in sales departments. If you had a company Beemer you were doing well, but there was a pecking order around which model Beemer and what extras came with it. If all you had was a lowly 316 base model, it was sometimes necessary to disguise the fact by removing those pesky numerals from the boot lid. Female staff generally never got anything better than a Fiesta, and that only if you were PA to a director. Everyone knew what everyone else was driving and judged their status accordingly.
The other thing mentioned was parking spaces and whether you had a reserved space with your name on a plate and how close to the door into the building it was.
I bet quite a few still judge each other by what they drive, where and how they park and how new their wheels are.
I had company cars for about 25 years, and very nice it was too. I don’t remember any rivalry, but that’s probably because I was head office, not a Knight of the Road. I never rated a parking space, so I never drove to the office.
Because of this, and because I was fortunate in my choice of wives, both of whom brought a car to the relationship, I didn’t actually buy and register a car in my own name until I was 60.
It was almost certainly this, called Over The Moon With The Cavalier. Watch out for the man who felt he was deliberately humiliated by being allocated a diesel Maestro.
Although it is reassuring to hear that MC Escher has “a reasonably sized cock”, it is suggested he share this information on a blog more suited to this kind of thing, where he will find a more interested audience.
Question for clarification – can cock’s be bagsyed as well? Asking for a friend obvs.
Reasonably? Suggests that there’s such a thing as an unreasonably.
I’m quite happy with the size of my Vauxhall Astra* which I see as a handy runabout to get me from A to B.
*I have never driven a Nissan Micra.
It would seem that his reasonably sized cock is just a handy sized runabout to get him from A to B. Lacks ambition, I feel.
Can’t argue with that. Once I’ve “got to B” in the Cockmobile I find I lack ambition to do much of anything really.
Some of us “get from A to B” rather too quickly nowadays, even when in an old banger.
Moose, feel free to finish off.
I’m tired.
Fluffer for Moose the Mooche! Fluffer for Moose the Mooche!
The highest-paid person in the world. Not even counting search fees.
I bagsy While My Guitar Gently Weeps and A Day In The Life
I get the impression you’re not treating this thread with the gravitas it respectfully demands of you.
In that case I’ll bagsy an Aston Martin DB5 (complete with guns, smoke screen, ejector seat etc)
*bangs bagsy gavel*
Just be careful with the paintwork…… costs a fortune you know and I’ll hold you responsible for any dents.
Porsche Taycan Turbo S
Who needs engine noise?
Will you be having a cherished plate with that, sir?
Can I bagsy the batmobile?
It’s yours, Art!
I bagsy..
Most excellent bagsy! What is it?
http://www.aircarcorp.com/
May I please bagsy
https://pinnaclemotorcars.com/vehicles/126/1957-porsche-356-speedster
or
http://www.citroenorigins.co.uk/en/cars/ds
I’m easy. Your shout.
Bagsying is the responsibility, and the privilege, of the bagsier. Bagsying by proxy goes against this fundamental tenet.
Bagsy a Land Rover Defender.
300tdi, or a TD5 at a push.
110? Hardtop? Sorry, but it’s already mine and I’m not for selling.
90 300tdi Pickup and TD5 SWB Station Wagon.
You’re welcome. I couldn’t sleep in the back of a 90.
But we can still wave at each other in passing, in the way that Defender drivers do (and bikers, and cyclists, and train drivers).
If I need to sleep in the vehicle, I take my Outback. It’s the flat six three litre model with the SI gearbox, and has a mild tune. Very comfortable.
*grins*
I think my bagsy has to be a Mark 2 Ford Fiesta 1.4 Sii 3-door in red. The first car I drove that could really move, that had a rev counter (vroom vroom!) and was new enough to me to drive without wondering whether it would fall apart in the next 50 miles. An insurance sweet spot too – is there a more 80s/90s phrase than ‘warm hatch’..
Here are some guys in French discussing what looks very similar to it. I’ll be sure to watch all episodes of Bros Garage in future.
If there was an award for Car Bagsying, moseleymoles would get the nod.
I bagsie an MX5. Given Mrs Pajp’s oft-stated opinion that it is a “mid-life crisis car”, this is about as close as I am going to get to owning one. I could, of course, go for a full-blown mid-life crisis, in which case, I can tell Mrs P that I have just the car to match my state of mind.
I’ve had mine for about 5 years – terrific fun! Mine is the soft top in this pic….the model stood behind is Mrs. T and she is bagsied….
Oh no. It’s the ‘Readers’ Wives’ thread.
In case it’s possible to bagsy more than one, I’ll also claim a Nissan Z32. I’ve had two of them over the years and they are glorious machines. I bent one terminally, sadly, and sold the other after 200 thousand miles of 3 litre, 350bhp twin-turbo rear wheel drive fun. Nice cars.
That noise you hear is not your big end going, it’s me banging my head on the desk.
“Bagsy A Car” does not mean “Bagsy Some Cars”, just as “have a Werther’s” does not mean “take the whole bag”.
Sorr bow tha.
(mouth full of Werthers)
Bagsy a Morgan aero super sport.
I bagsy the Arkansas Chug-a-Bug, the Buzz Wagon and the Compact Pussycat.
I refer you to my outside counsel.
Consider me referred. Wacky Races was inspired by the 1965 movie ‘The Great Race’, Dick Dastardly modelled on Jack Lemmon’s character in said.
No news yet on ‘Help! It’s the Hair Bear Bunch’
@Beezer You can have the invisible scooter thing they rode on
The Citroen CX. From the Deux Chevaux to the DS, Citroen made some absolutely bonkers cars. They were to car manufacture what The Magic Roundabout was to Children’s TV, ie, utterly blitzed on recreational drugs. The CX, from the Mid-Eighties, was practically Dadesque – it had camel suspension, the single-sprong steering wheel and a scrolling speedometer that was so vague it amounted to a Gallic shrug of indifference at the concept of speed restrictions. It cornered like a yacht but it looked like a spaceship on the inside and Grace Jones ate one and it made her burp. After this they went sensible and cars where never this strange again
just realised I meant to say ‘Dadaesque’ not ‘Dadesque’. Quite a difference.
Since posting this I’ve had Citroen ads appearing in my Twitter feed. Don’t want to get all conspiracy theory but FUCKIN HELL LIZARDS
You are officially the funniest person on the internet, Chiz.
… and the second handsomest.
A great friend of mine once had this car, and we used to go for pointless rides in it just to laugh. Maybe not so pointless, then. That speedometer was like a fruit machine that never stopped spinning.
Not too bothered about cars, but I’ll have the De L’Oréal from Back to the Future so that I can avoid 2020.
“Where we’re going we won’t need perfume!”
Bloody autocorrect Delorean.
*snork*!
“Fleegle, Bingo and Drooper.”!
Cap doffed!
Tra la laaa. La la la laaaaa.
With due respect to the yellow Prisoner car, it has to be a Hillman Imp.
If it’s good enough for McGill, it’s good enough for me.
Yellow? What drugs are you on? It’s green, with a yellow snout.
The Matchbox one was yellow.
PS Lamborghini Marzal for me.
I had my first driving lessons in an Imp. The engine was hung out further over the back axle than even a 911 dares. I’d already learnt to drive in my Dad’s Austin A40, but the lessons were the necessary path to testing and licenced legitimacy.
Based purely on looks, I’ll have a Mercedes-Maybach Cabriolet, please. As long as I don’t have to pay for fuel, maintenance or insurance – or the car itself – I think I can just about afford it.
https://www.mercedes-benz.com/en/vehicles/passenger-cars/mercedes-benz-concept-cars/vision-mercedes-maybach-6-cabriolet-ultimate-luxury-of-the-future/
You are to suave what Rob C. is to bonkers.
I think that’s a good thing… isn’t it? Does it qualify me for a hamper?
Ford Capri or Ford Consul Granada Mark 1.
Yes, I’ve been watching 70s Police TV shows again
I was going to bagsy the Capri. Ah well…..
I bagsyed 2, so you take the Capri (even though it is exceptionally cool) and I’ll keep the Sweeneymobile
Thank you! I’d absolutely love to own one, but there’s the small matter of having to pass my driving test.
VW camper van with a body slung low on the wheels, psychedelic decals and a good sound system. Preferably a recent model from the line in Brazil to reduce mechanic fees.
Called Beethoven?
You need a van to get those shaven-headed chaps to the alley.
How about a 1968 Chevrolet Sportvan 108 with “Mystery Machine” painted on the side?
Or a white Transit with “dont luagh missus yor daghter is inside” fingered in the grime?
“I wish my wife was this dirty”
I think it was the use of fingering in the grime that made me think of that.
Thanks, Foxy. Now I have to clean tea off my monitor, keyboard and out of my nostrils…
Is that your pride and joy, Foxy?
And whose car is it?
https://youtu.be/ZTTzcXSLjhI
Bang bang chitty chitty bang bang!
That’ll do for me – cheers
Hon Kong Phooey’s Car. I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to listen to it. It sounds like Tony Allen.
All my dream cars seem to take me back to my youth. Top of the list would be the BMW E9. Others of a similar vintage would be the Jensen Interceptor (and/or the Fiat Dino which looked remarkably similar), the Citroen DS and the soft top Triumph Staaaaaagggggg.
Oh, and a Boulder Mobile for a bit of off-roading.
Fiat X-19 please. And some rust proofing please.
You’ll be lucky to get away with “some”.
Mention of X19s brings a horrible memory screeching back. A trike – back half X19, front half chopper style motorcycle. Perceptibly not very well constucted.
Eeeeew.
A 1983 Austin Ambassador
Ooof, an excellent choice, especially if you’re off to Ladybower Reservoir to check the level.
You could stop at a carvery.
“Carvery.” For thees, I weel keess you.
I bagsy the Reliant Scimitar.
Interesting car. But not in a good way.
I was going to say MK II VW Golf GTI 16V – 200,000 thousand miles of my best motoring.
But then I temptation got too much for me – I bagsie a VW Golf R in the lariest colour available. I’m 61 you know.
MK 1 Golf surely?
No, definitely MK II – no 16V for the Mark I, also brakes a little better.
A Starsky and Hutch type red car with a white stripe so I can jump in through the window in my big, baggy cardigan and drive full throttle through some empty cardboard boxes. Either that or a Koenigsägg, or whatever it’s called.
I bagsie a Talbot 65, as I found out this week it’s the car my grandparents had (seen here with my dad). They both died before I was born, so it’s only through old photographs that I can make some sort of connection. Clearly my grandfather was late as the other two are both looking daggers at him.
I’ll have a black and gold Mini 1275GT from 1980.
Original Mazda RX7: When I was a kid I thought these were the duck’s nuts. And they had a Wankel rotary engine, whatever the fuck that is.
The only car I have ever bought new (never ever do that) was a Mazda RX-8 in 2004.
It also had a Wankel Rotary engine. It used as much oil as petrol and was crap when started from cold. Looked good and was featured in an X Men film. Engineering gone too far.
I have also owned 2 MX-5s – a much better Mazda.
As the DB5 and E Type have already been baggsied, my choice is a 1950s Mercedes Benz 300 SL Gullwing. Beautifully impractical unless you decide never to park it. And practically unobtainable.
That sports car Mrs Peel used to drive – EXSpecially if it comes with Mrs Peel in it…
Lotus Elan, I think.
MK2 Dagenham Dustbin
I’m bagsieing the AC Cobra. This is actually mine…! Proper V8 jobbie.
Is that a proper AC jobbie, or Q plate.
Old work colleague had one built on Cortina chassis with a tuned Rover V8 in the front. Went like stink but had a very twitchy rear end. It didn’t end well.
How come only cars get referred to as jobbies?
Apart from jobbies, or course.
Twitchy rear end, jobbies?
C’mon Moose, what do we pay you for?
You pay me?
Bloody carers.
In our house “jobby” is a placeholder for “that word you can’t quite remember” , something that occurs quite frequently now I’m in my prime.
You mean like a dooberry?
Technically it can be interchanged with “wossname.” As in “Do you know where the jobby is, I want to watch wossname on Netflix.”
You’d be surprised, and possibly saddened, by how often we each understand these sentences,
Mr. Escher is celebrated for his “reasonably-sized” penis.
Indeed it’s on his Tinder profile…
Er, apparently
Not a real one – they are very rare! It was factory built by Pilgrim and has a Chevy 5.7 litre V8. Based on Sierra running gear.
Mmm … Nice
A mate built one of these by cannibalising an old XJ12 he bought for peanuts. Built it in leisurely fashion in a shed over a couple of years. He imports and customises RVs for a living, so he has all the tools to hand. Glorious thing that makes a fantastic noise. Only gets used on sunny days!
This is ACTUALLY yours?? It’s gorgeous.
Going back to the OP, I have driven an E Type and, although it gets the looks, it’s a bit of a pain to drive TBH. The bonnet goes on forever and you can’t see the front at all as it dips away. The gears were pretty agricultural and breaking needs a lot of faith!
A bloke I shared a house with in the late 80s had a soft top E Type in the garage which he always said was cheaply built. Dunno, he never took any of his house mates out in it. His runabout was a little Reliant sports car.
You’re just jealous because it’s my bagsy. NYER NYER NYER.
Bagsy Citroen DS Decapotable.
Oh la fucking LA!
You wouldn’t need a telly if that was on your drive would you?
S’alright….
I’d shag that.
I wouldn’t climb over it to get to you.
DS’s are just glorious, with the possible exception of the estate version.
I think my fantasy garage would have one, or the ‘SM’ coupé with the Maserati V6 engine.
I’d have three Citroen’s in mine (at least) – a DS Decapotable, a Traction Avant and a 2CV.
There was a nice Corgi “safari” version of the estate, though but, with a tailgate that dropped down when you ran over a wildebeest, just like the real thing.
It’s what you need in Africa – a massively complicated French made car. A Peugeot 504 Estate was the French car for the smart driver in Africa.
I am so pissed off with driving nowadays.
I have driven since 1976 and currently drive a huge kick ass head turner which costs me a fortune and sits on my drive most of the time.
Since I retired, I now have an old fogey travel card which gives me free train, tram,and bus travel around Manchester and I enjoy using these modes of transport.
I also love to cycle ( not because Boris has asked me to ).
So next year my gas guzzling lump of tin will be going back to be replaced by ……. an E bike.
You could at least tell us what the huge kick ass head turner is …
3 litre petrol Range Rover Sport ( not so much a head turner really but bloody expensive ).
Grab yourself an early Defender instead, while the prices are in your favour. You’ll be able to buy a nice example with the proceeds from the RR, and still have enough left over to pay for running costs until you croak.
Any 1930s Delage would do, but I bagsy this 1939 D8 for its perfect blend of beauty and practicality. You could get a whole week’s Tesco shop in that boot!
I can totally see you in this, dude. Awesome bagsy.
Gordon’s alive! I’ve seen his car parked up in a field!!!
Classy dogging.
Can I have a Morris Minor with a nice pair of working trafficators?
My Dad had bruised hands from thumping the door pillars to get those buggers to work.
Yeah – say what you want about a 7-series BMW, but at least you don’t have to thump the door pillars!
I’ll have the orange Triumph Dolomite that was my first car in about 1986 please. It was a shit car but they were very happy and fun times, so hopefully I can be transported back there to be 18 again.
I had one of those about the same time, but blue. It had an overdrive button on the gear stick. Still shit though. We used to call it the Triumph Sodomite.
That’s what they called it at the factory, too.
Yer can draaave em on the left.
Late to the party but my nomination looks to be still available
I bags the Winnebago. Dan Akroyd can keep the purple one, anyone will do so long as it has an excellent sound system. The grey nomad motoring their way around our wide brown land is a senior rite of passage and I’m smack dab in the demographic. Surprised @Mikethep didn’t nab it. Jen will be pissed.
Nice, Winnebagos.
Having recently observed a fair few grey nomads mooching around treeless camping grounds with nothing to do but go to the pub I’m not at all sure the idea appeals. Jen has never once said, ‘I wish we had a Winnebago.’
Yeah, but you haven’t seen them motoring along the highway into a massive southern sky, smokin a scoob with the Dead’s Truckin on the sound system. Well, neither have I but when HP delivers me my Winnebago you just might.
I regret in a way not bagsying the Lamborghini Miura. This clip is worth watching for the interview with the designer at his lovely ‘ome. The Miura went from first sketch to finished prototype (shown at Geneva) three months later. THREE furshlugginer months. That car show as also the first time that Ferruccio (sp,?) Lamborghini saw the car!
Allegedly they have a tendency to go very light at the front when you give them some beans, to the point where the front wheels lose most of their traction… I’m sure there’s a suitably Mooseish play to be had on that statement, but I can’t summon it at the moment as I’m just remembering the gorgeousness of the Daimler SP250 I could have considered for a bagsy up the page a way…..
…it’s the one in that Ladybird book HP, you can look it up!
Give them some beans? Is that like giving it rice, but with more protein?
(hurrrr0
See, I had all those fancy company cars when I was big (and I mean BIG) in the wonderful and wacky world of Metal Packaging. Since I retired seven years ago I’ve driven a very basic model 1.6 Vauxhall Zafira (who needs parking sensors, heated seats and blow jobs?). All the seats fold down so I can get the garden rubbish to the déchèterie in one go, it cruises very happily at 83 kilometres an hour and the last time I looked online it was worth all of £3000. Bagsy!!
Déchèterie!
Bless you!
Surely that qualifies as a singular use of the word on the blog?
Or it did, until Moose echoed it.
Twenty years here and I can’t remember the UK name for the place you take your oldstuff – Refuse tip? Recycling centre? Town Dump? Nah, it’s déchèterie.
Place you take your old stuff? The opera, if you’re flush and want to impress her.
Moose is now officially Funniest Blerk On’t Internet.
I’ll have a red 1988 Fiat Panda 1000cl. I bloody loved that car.
I’ve no idea what car I’d bagsy. Can I get back to you later?
Yes but I’ll have to hurry you …
I like the freedom of a car but don’t like driving, so I’d like to bagsy one of those Google cars that drives itself. Although anything that does the same job would suit, I’m not fussy.
Not a driver, but I’d like to travel back in time to the mid 80s and bagsy the car my best friend had at the time, an Opel Ascona (I think it was a B) – I don’t mean that model in general; that very car of hers. Her dad had owned it before her and used it for rallying so the original motor had been replaced…we had a lot of fun with that car! It didn’t look like much, but we left a lot of surprised cars behind us when the lights turned green.
Unfortunately, after a few years without any complaints at the regular vehicle inspections, she got a strict inspector that demanded that the motor had to be changed back, and after that it was just a regular, slightly dull orange car. So I’d like to bagsy that car when it had the illegal motor, thanks! It’s probably the only car I’ve ever truly liked.
I’ve just seen this beauty parked on the waterfront near my house. It’s a 1955 Chevrolet Belair.
I’d drive that to the levee any day. Bagsy
It’s a beauty, but canary yellow? Ouch.
The headlights somehow give it the plaintive look of Mr. Godfrey, just as he asks Capt. Mainwaring if he might be excused for a few minutes.
@vulpes-vulpes
I can see that!
Or – my dog, guiltily giving away doing a poo in the house.
Veering slightly off topic – driving back from lunch this afternoon, we were behind (and then overtook) one of these Rolls Royce Cullinan SUV thingy’s….
That is one ugly car – definitely the one I would de-bagsy.
Even the name – Cullinan – is whiffy. Sounds like a Scottish non-league club. Or a snooker player. Whither the Silver Wraith of yore?
Has this thread earned that coveted Second Hamper yet? I haven’t looked. I only ask because I wish to give it to a charity and would like suggestions as to where I can put it.
I’ve slipped Bellows a fiver to take you over the line. All he expects from you in return is a bongful of “green tea”
It’s stuck at 199. Is there nothing we can do?
That’s what a hamper looks like? The MacGuffin in Pulp Fiction?
Wow.
shouldn’t that be twin hampers ahead?
Not that I’m ungrateful, but it looks like a plinth for a trophy, with a name-plate (or escutcheon) on the base. I think a simple graphic of CORSAIR TINNED CHICKEN might be more appropriate?
Come on, Mr. Area! My not-ungratefulness has limits, you know.
Don’t you spell bagsy like this…baggsy?
There’s always one.
Bagsy itself comes as news to me – around these parts it’s just been “bags”…I expect it’s cultural differences striking again.
At my school it was “Bags I”, perhaps trickling down through society as “bagsy”. It was only later appropriated to describe a peculiar offset of English dance music, popular in the northern ghettos, discarding the s, a knowing commentary on the absence of s(ex) in the lives of the proponents, largely based on their garb and coiffeur.
The Madness hit was originally “Bagsy Trousers”, when they were experimenting with gender fluidity and finding it unsustainable. The rest is history.
With the hamper gutted by Afterword gourmands, and a chorus of “Where’s the Corsair” drifting on a late summer breeze, I offer two late entries to this fiesta of family fun.
First I bagsy a brown 1974 Buick Century as featured in Kojak. Crap car, all told, and likely to breakdown, so my substitute bagsy is a 1975 Ford Torino, of the Starsky & Hutch variety. Fond memories of innocent times.