That brings a bit of a lump to my throat but many happy memories. My late uncle Matt (who was my favourite uncle) had one of these in the early '70s. The colour as I remember is Blaze Red (orange really). He lived a mile or so from my parents and used to come over every Sunday for dinner. He was a confirmed bachelor (though popular with the ladies) , gadget addict and petrol head. Tis him that I inherit my love of cars from. Every Sunday I would walk over to his place and he would reverse the car from its garage. We would then swap places
I must have been about 10. The garage was about 1/2 a mile from the road and on private land. I was allowed to drive it almost to the public highway. We would then swap places again and he would drive to my parents.
Happy days