Fun and family – a personal automotive history

An ancestors' gallery of family cars and my own wheels
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My uncle Beppe used to drive down to our farm house in the South in his burgundy Fiat 850 all the way from Rome. For some reason I – just a toddler then – thought of this pert little number as a very sporty car; probably because it was so very noisy.

My uncle Beppe used to drive down to our farm house in the South in his burgundy Fiat 850 all the way from Rome. For some reason I – just a toddler then – thought of this pert little number as a very sporty car; probably because it was so very noisy.

I just remember our navy blue R12 being surprisingly nippy – I wonder if anybody else has any interesting stories to tell about the douze? If so, why not start a Pinterest board? I'll be sure to look at it from time to time.

I just remember our navy blue R12 being surprisingly nippy – I wonder if anybody else has any interesting stories to tell about the douze? If so, why not start a Pinterest board? I'll be sure to look at it from time to time.

The car my father drove was in one of those horrid 70's shades of orange which have become fashionable again. The ashtray was always full and the air saturated with fag smoke. Was my father on strike at the time? I seem to remember him staying at home a lot. And he picked me up from kindergarten in this car, to go and see my mum in hospital. What caused this unhappiness? It must have been that orange colour.

The car my father drove was in one of those horrid 70's shades of orange which have become fashionable again. The ashtray was always full and the air saturated with fag smoke. Was my father on strike at the time? I seem to remember him staying at home a lot. And he picked me up from kindergarten in this car, to go and see my mum in hospital. What caused this unhappiness? It must have been that orange colour.

Ciro, another uncle who had moved to Zürich, came down in his yellow Lancia Beta coupé. I used to love sitting in the cosy rear, admiring the reading lamp which sat at shoulder height between the seats.

Ciro, another uncle who had moved to Zürich, came down in his yellow Lancia Beta coupé. I used to love sitting in the cosy rear, admiring the reading lamp which sat at shoulder height between the seats.

Everyone should own a roadster once in his life and after driving this beauty from Nice via Milan to Cologne on a Mazda shoot, I knew I was in love. For three years it became the Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire and I acquired a distinct convertible tan all year round. Positively novel to me was the idea that my car would not break down, suffer deflating tyres, drive into a tree due to shonky brakes or simply refuse to start in the morning.

Everyone should own a roadster once in his life and after driving this beauty from Nice via Milan to Cologne on a Mazda shoot, I knew I was in love. For three years it became the Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire and I acquired a distinct convertible tan all year round. Positively novel to me was the idea that my car would not break down, suffer deflating tyres, drive into a tree due to shonky brakes or simply refuse to start in the morning.

We seemed to own a Fiat 128 for a very long time – in exactly the same colour as in the picture. My father used to drive the 1,400 km from Mannheim to Sala Consilina with barely a break, subsisting on cigarettes and black coffee. We kids simply curled up in the back – my sister on the rear bench and I in the footwell.

We seemed to own a Fiat 128 for a very long time – in exactly the same colour as in the picture. My father used to drive the 1,400 km from Mannheim to Sala Consilina with barely a break, subsisting on cigarettes and black coffee. We kids simply curled up in the back – my sister on the rear bench and I in the footwell.

The very first car I remember seeing as a toddler was a Ford Taunus 12M. It was a rather elegant two-tone affair in Prussian blue and a white roof. Back then, young families weren't as spoilt as they are now. The Taunus had two doors – quite sufficient as my sister clambered into the back while I rested safely on my mother's lap in the front seat. Naturally, smoking in the car was de rigeur. A detail I remember was the keyhole to the boot, which was hidden behind a swivelling badge. Très…

The very first car I remember seeing as a toddler was a Ford Taunus 12M. It was a rather elegant two-tone affair in Prussian blue and a white roof. Back then, young families weren't as spoilt as they are now. The Taunus had two doors – quite sufficient as my sister clambered into the back while I rested safely on my mother's lap in the front seat. Naturally, smoking in the car was de rigeur. A detail I remember was the keyhole to the boot, which was hidden behind a swivelling badge. Très…

The Renault Dauphine was the first the first car my parents owned. I only remember seeing it in one black and white photograph – it was white and very stylish.

The Renault Dauphine was the first the first car my parents owned. I only remember seeing it in one black and white photograph – it was white and very stylish.

This naughty Taunus had the audacity the break down on us somewhere in Switzerland, even though I personally signed off on its purchase with all the authority of a 12-year-old. My fiddling with the inaccessible spark plugs (an advantage of having a boy's hands) somehow saved the day. An early triumph but a taste of bitterness at the Ford Motor Company remains to this day.

This naughty Taunus had the audacity the break down on us somewhere in Switzerland, even though I personally signed off on its purchase with all the authority of a 12-year-old. My fiddling with the inaccessible spark plugs (an advantage of having a boy's hands) somehow saved the day. An early triumph but a taste of bitterness at the Ford Motor Company remains to this day.

I still fondly remember this petrol-guzzling beast, which accelerated like an aeroplane and was prone to spin round for no reason. It also had a rusty wing, which I mended with duct tape.

I still fondly remember this petrol-guzzling beast, which accelerated like an aeroplane and was prone to spin round for no reason. It also had a rusty wing, which I mended with duct tape.


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The very first car I bought – for 700 DM. In the dashboard, it had a thingie that looked like a cruet for very large-grained salt. You had to pull a knob on the far left of the dash and peer inside the saltshaker until it faintly started glowing. Once it was a bright orange, you pulled the knob all the way as the stately diesel shuddered into life, fumigating any hapless passers-by with thick, black clouds.

The very first car I bought – for 700 DM. In the dashboard, it had a thingie that looked like a cruet for very large-grained salt. You had to pull a knob on the far left of the dash and peer inside the saltshaker until it faintly started glowing. Once it was a bright orange, you pulled the knob all the way as the stately diesel shuddered into life, fumigating any hapless passers-by with thick, black clouds.

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Ford Taunus (1976 – 1979).

Ford Taunus (1976 – 1979).

Ford Granada Mk2 (6)

Ford Granada Mk2 (6)

Autorama 80: Talbot Tagora (1980)

Autorama 80: Talbot Tagora (1980)

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Borgward Isabella is still highly regarded

Borgward Isabella is still highly regarded

Ford Taunus 12 M

Ford Taunus 12 M

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