Thread creep back - I had two Hillman Imps (well, one was a Singer Chamois with extra headlights). And then one day I heard on the radio a scene, as it might have been at the Mudcat Tavern.....where there is a running joke about prospecting for cars.

A prospector enters.

P. I've found a new vein of Hillman Imps, up there, behind the ridge.

Aged local. Them's not Hillman Imps, lad, them's fools Hillman Imps.

Pregnant Pause. Pause.

Several voices. There ain't no other sort.

Penny