Just about every car I’ve owned since the 1970s is now regarded as a classic – Imp, FIAT 127, Anglia, Cortina MkIII – and I loved them all, but my daily driver is now a Honda Jazz. This does it all for me: selects gears, warns me when I drive near the white lines, tells me when I’m getting too close to other vehicles, when to put air in the tyres, when to fill up… To quote Basil Fawlty, much of this is ‘stating the bleeding obvious.’ Hill starts are no problem, just select ‘brake hold’ and the wheels lock until you press the gas pedal, like driving a fairground dodgem.
Yet I’m glad I grew up at a time when the driver was more involved in the complicated process…
