The first car i ever drove was a P76. I was about 10 or 11 years old, and a friend of the family who lived outside town in rural New South Wales (Braidwood, for those who know the area) gave me my first driving experience on the dusty back roads. It seemed a bit like driving a tank, although at that age probably just about any car seems like a tank.
I owned a Samara when i lived in the UK in 1993. I was on a working holiday, and didn’t have much money, and i think it cost me about 600 quid. For the most part, it was a perfectly good little car, and i had plenty of fun throwing it around the curvy Lake District roads.
The only time i had to get anything fixed on the Samara, it was a problem of my own making.
A friend and i drove over to Yorkshire to have lunch at the Tan Hill Inn, famous for being the highest Inn in England. A few miles from the Inn was one of those places, rather common in Yorkshire and Cumbria, where a very tiny bridge crosses over a stream. It’s hardly a bridge, more like a massive speed bump, and you have to slow down about 10 miles an hour to ensure you don’t scrape the bottom of your car.
On the way to the Inn, i took the hump in the prescribed manner. On the way home, when we were a few hundred yards from the hump and i was about to hit the brakes, my mate said “Go on, take it.” Being young and a bit of an idiot, i took his advice and floored the accelerator, and we hit the hump going way too fast. The car went airborne for what seemed like an eternity, then came to earth with a heavy crash. I pulled over to the side of the road to look for damage, and found that the front right suspension struts had snapped, leaving the car listing to starboard and the tyre rubbing on the inside of the wheel well. We limped home at about 20 miles per hour, and i had to pay to get the suspension fixed.
I had one of those, too. This time, it was my first spell in the UK, in 1990-91. I had a Y-reg* Acclaim, which means it was a late 1982 or early 1983 model.
The Acclaim, for those unfamilar, was essentially a rebadged Honda, basically a four-door Civic sedan.
I thought it was a great car, and was pretty much everything you’d expect from a Honda—very reliable, reasonably comfortable, decent rear leg room, and decent gas mileage. The only problem i ever had was a faulty alternator, and that was pretty cheap to get fixed. Not bad for a 10 year old car with 120,000 miles on the clock.
*For those unfamiliar with UK license plates, you can tell how old the car is by the letter at the beginning or end of the registration plate, at least for the period 1963 to 2001. Here’s the list (scroll down). A new, more complicated formula was introduced after 2001.