After forty years of driving, may I tell you my answer to the arguments about the merits and demerits of cars.
After the war I bought a new car, every blessed year I had a new car, and coupled with these was constant blood pressure owing to faults in them and arguments with garages, and I was for ever dipping my hand into my pocket to spend hard-earned money, and money is hard earned, on faults that had no business to exist.
In 1955 I bought a VW, mileage 86,000; in 1958 I bought another VW, mileage 58,000, and I exchanged it in November 1960 for the 1961 model as I wanted the more potent engine, to date 14,000 miles.
Never once since I bought a VW have I ever had it off the road for any mechanical fault whatever, I have never spent a penny on any repairs, I have never had the head off them even for decarbonising, I have never broken one in, I drive the things hard, and the last two have never been garaged because I don’t possess one. At 44,000 on both the first two VWs I had new tyres and the brakes relined; my garage takes the car every month and services it properly, occasionally they tell me they have fitted new plugs and, rarely, new points.
I use my car every day of the week. I get in, turn the key, start the engine, knowing that wherever I want to go the VW will take me, with no trouble. That is what I want from a motor car, and people who put up with these constant faults in other cars want their heads examined.
I am, Yours, etc.
E McCann. Hawkhurst.