An RAF friend of ours when we lived at Henlow had a Morgan and he used to wear a WW2 leather flying helmet complete with goggles when he drove it open top round camp. We used to call him 'The Fly'
Don't those Morgans have charm. Sort of ...from a bygone age. I'm not jealous now, I like my luxury too much. But I would have been jealous back in the day.
Oh Peter, what a shame! It was a little star on that grey morning in Kent!
( The orgin of this car is older as him. And they still make it that old way)