The National Character Of British Cars

"Stephen J Vokins takes a look at the national character of British cars and what little is left of true British car industry".

I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I read that description, but it sounded like a dose of cultural cringeworthyness to me.

Just take a look for 3 minutes.



I see a wispy bearded man in an ill-fitting tweed jacket and tortoise shell glassed wearing an un-ironed shirt and camel chinos. He works for the British National Motor Museum and looks like he don't know how to operate a shower. Just takes a bath once a month. In the summer. A good civil servant. We would certainly only drink room temperature bitter beer.

Maybe I've had a go at cold Aussie beers tonight. Oh well.

The quotes are just golden "the subtle elegance of the car typified the national distaste for brashness and vulgarity", "it is not a conspicuous display of wealth at all, more of class and good breeding".

I should stop now.