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.