Man who mends cars…

Sometime in the 1970s, a design engineer had the idea of putting a computer in a car. At that instant, an entire breed was sentenced to death and we can expect Man Who Mends Cars to be virtually extinct in the western world by about 2015AD. Then, there will remain only a few isolated individuals within whom will reside the last shreds of knowledge about how to repair cars rather than psychoanalyse them and reconstitute them with plug-in components.

By then, except in Famagusta and at Classic Car rallies, you will never see a Ford Cortina nor any kind of Austin, Morris, Triumph or Hillman. All old-style VW Beetles will have been squashed flat. No Citroen Deux Chevaux will be worth flogging. People will think the Fiat 500 is the Italian share index.

There will be no cars left without fuel-injected air-conditioned sports warranties and three-year ABS alloy airbags. Every car will bong at you to say that you have left the door open, the handbrake is on and you haven’t fastened your belt yet. Equally newsworthily, every car will tell you that it’s cold outside and there are roadworks on the M6. Every car will have more buttons on its radio/CD dooberry than were once considered necessary for the entire dashboards of twenty MG-TCs.

Meanwhile, Man Who Mends Cars looks out onto the road and sees a never changing stream of vehicles which are incomprehensibly complex inside and whose outsides cannot be told one from another. Eventually, the only task within his capabilities will be changing a tyre.

Today, if you want to spot Man Who Mends Cars, you will need to go to a small country town (non-commutable) or the back streets of a poor area of the city. Look for a rusty sign saying National Benzole or Pratt’s Motor Spirit. There, inside a dark cavern with a rectangular hole in the floor, will be a stove burning sump waste. You will see some motor cycles (BSA C15, Ariel Square Four, Triumph Tiger Cub, Norton Dominator), the bonnet and wheels of a Riley Elf and several wiring harnesses on a hook. In the chaotic area designated ‘office’, there will be a picture of a Jowett Javelin, some horrible items to do with making tea, and a girlie calendar for 1972 provided by RW Grimbagg & Sons (Abrasives) Ltd.

The man himself, in a dark blue over-all, will be sitting on a bentwood chair eating a king prawn jalfraisi, part-payment for a job he did last year on the Taj Mahal owner’s daughter’s Mini Moke.manwhomends

Man who helps man who mends cars…

Several members of this migratory group attach themselves to each specimen of the main variety. They take it in turns to stand around watching while drinking tea.

Searching through my records of work done I came accross this gem with words again by my chum Gordon Thorburn  Gordon’s words

It comes from our book of some years ago called Some Missing Persons and I could not resist posting it here after my last blog. The artwork will feature in my exhibition later in the year.

In my time wandering the roads of Gloucestershire as Print Rep Man, I came across a small number of this species and they were always a joy to work for. One in particular who’s garage is on the old A38 south of Gloucester had his entire family photograph album on the wall of his workshop and proudly pointing to a small baby in a faded photo told me ” that one there got married last week”. He also had this cheque on the wall which is really quite self explanatory.


…and here’s the man himself, as far as I know he’s still mending cars.


7 thoughts on “Man who mends cars…

  1. Places like this still exist here in Lancashire, though like you say, reduced now to doing things like repairing punctures (I reccomend tommy blanks in Darwen) but with run flat tires he’ll be lucky to get another 10yrs🤔

  2. Yes indeed, Lancashire still paves the way. My local man who repairs cars 🚗 is a god send. He’s developed a tuneless whistle backed up by a battered old radio that’s set permanently to Chorley FM. Music that comes in your ears.🎶

  3. There is a garage across the field from my house that does welding on cars mainly for mot’s. He closes his doors for ever next week because the demand for cars to be fixed is drying up. Gutted…. another skilled craftman gone.

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