...a Triumph TR7, A Reliant Robin and a Bentley 8.
Actually, I've mostly been driving my BMW 320i but I have had a go in all three if those too.
The TR7 was fun - but considering how small it is, it was still a shock to have to deal with steering without power-assistance. And it was an even bigger shock to find out that the brakes didn't really work.
The Robin was awful to drive - but I can't say I wasn't expecting that. The seat adjustment had failed so I was struggling, being a short-arse, to reach the pedals. Meanwhile, the gearbox had mostly failed - I had to leave it in second once I'd got it there. The course involved a little slalom around some cones and I have to admit that the Reliant did actually cope OK with that - in fact it handled all cornering in the same way a car with the correct number of wheels would - and now I can say that I've driven one.
I somehow managed to save the best until last, the blue car in the background is the Bentley. The size was a little intimidating but it felt lovely to waft around a small industrial estate and the slalom was fun.
So why was I driving these vehicles? Because I paid some money to Drive Dad's Car, part of the Great British Car Journey - a museum of British classic cars in Derbyshire.
The indemnity you have to sign is a lot scary but you shouldn't come to much harm where you are driving.
The museum is excellent for the British car fan of a certain age.
A got close up for the first time ever with a Gilbern:
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