Towing?

[Chris Garner]

My first Seven was a rather decrepit Ruby found in a builders yard on the outskirts of Nottingham. My father agreed to tow me the ten miles to home in his new Singer Gazelle. Despite owning Sevens in pre war days he'd obviously forgotten about their brakes and twice on the way home he braked sharply with me crashing into the rear of his car. He was not a happy bunny but the heights of the bumpers on both cars coincided, so little damage was sustained. He vowed, however, never to tow me again.