It probably comes as no surprise to you that I’ve got an imaginary friend and his name is Spencer. Spencer Haze.
In proper ‘70s parlance he’s a geezer. A man’s man. Someone who takes no nonsense and gives advice in a blunt manner whilst wearing a Zapata ‘tache and obscenely wide flares.
So who better to tell the world about the pleasures and pitfalls of buying a classic car? After all, many of the cars now regarded as classics he owned and drove when they were new.
Spencer was a wheeler dealer of the old school with a massive collection of motors in his own underground car park.
Sometimes during negotiations he would apply an arm lock if a buyer got particulary lippy. Then again, there was always a Campari and soda on tap for the ladies. Yes Spencer is an old school gent.
So, why not scroll through the technicolour frames, you might learn something, or at the very least end up with spots before your eyes.