My dad has long been a fan of small, shapely British cars. It began with this little Morris (above) which was rescued from a junk yard when he was 14. He then proceeded to run it around his family's field in Darien and over handmade jumps. I believe that it has also trekked across the country several times. This poor car has had a rough life. Despite its trials and tribulations, this little car still has a pretty cute front grill and is patiently waiting for dad's retirement in which he can spend his time restoring old cars and nosing around the garden. More on Morris Minors here.
