Father in law bought it on eBay drunk a couple of years ago and then realised that classic car ownership was more than putting the roof down and going to the beach on a nice sunny day.
Knew I was into cars and confidently proclaimed that it was now as much mine as his. Which is a really lovely gesture.
Except I wish I could have had had a say in it, because I would have rather the Stag for the childhood nostalgia of my uncle's.
There was once a time when Spitfires were quite common, plenty showing up at car shows and such, but they seem to be quite a rarity now. In fact I'm not sure the last time I saw one of any Mk in the flesh other than my own.
Anyway,, here she is. The Spitty.
And that they were relatively good at it. Shame that the British car industry (British Leyland) became so bloated, confused and self defeating. They created some truly pioneering cars, both in their contemporary and in hindsight.