ROWAN ATKINSON’S theory of age-related reflection (Octane Cars, issue 253) is, I believe, totally accurate.
I have been a long-term sufferer of the same affliction. I don’t exactly know when it started but over the past few years in my rose-tinted world I have endeavoured unsuccessfully to trace my Ducati Elite, on which I passed my test, immediately opening up a new world of more powerful machines. Full licence in hand, aged 18, I purchased a 650 Triumph Tiger 110 that leaked oil like the Torrey Canyon but never let me down and took me all over the country. At least I know what happened to that. It was sold to the scrap man
However, my latest quest to trace my old Jaguar E-type has been more fruitful. Aged 24, I bought it in 1972 from an ad in and it was just three miles up the road from where I was working
