The Publisher is in receipt of correspondence from Ira Maine related to Cars.  It is of such import that it is reprinted below.

Morris 1000
Did the above ever exist or was it all an otto-mobilic phantasy? Surely the Woody, (green or red or black with Pinely appended outer wainscotting and red ‘leather’ seats) never really rolled the road and set the pulses racing as it passed? Was never lingeried with Poe Stoffis livery and packed with Postal parcels?
Was never seen roadside stranded, the frontal wheel at right angles, torsion bar snapped like a stick?. Thomas the Tank was never so sad…
Or a properly designated vehicle to put Wheels on Meals and take them over hill and dale, serving succour successfully to the halt and lame?
It was the nurse’s friend with bandages and tooth powder and calamine lotion in the back, just time for a swift tea and off in urgent search of the wounded and the sick.
I could go on about the big round central speedo and the waving RAC man and all that stuff but it might make you envious and as a consequence, grumpy so desist i will.
After that cars got angular, Pininfarina’d and all the same.