Well, early this week I got back from my trip around France (and a little bit of Italy) in the 1602.
I had an absolutely fantastic time and a lot of that was down to my car. I could not think how it could have been better (except the battery going dead on the forecourt of a French petrol station*). Fantastic up and down those alpine roads, annoying people in there modern German and Japanese "sports cars." I think my youthful exuberance and lack of fear helped lose a couple of those 911s.
It was even bearable on the motorway. The twin 40s its running were never intended to be comfortable or economical but I got (on average) about 20mpg.
I might just have to take another trip on the continent soon as it was so much fun. Some of the photos are of the my car at an old disused, although repainted, pit stop just west of Reims.
Just before I went away I installed some new seats to keep me from flying all over the place on those hair-pin bends. They are not rare or old like some of the Scheels I lust over but they are pretty 70s. Also pretty small; anyone with over a 34inch waist might have a little trouble squeezing in though.
*Completely my fault; after a poor attempt to start the car one morning I went to fill it up and even though it had ran long enough to get warm it wasn't really long enough to make the alternator light on the dash go out but I still turned it off. If it hadn't happened I would never have had the fun of asking for a bump start in my very best French.