How many horse references do you think it’s possible to get into my first ever blog post?

For the record, and before you ask, I am not a trained writer. Or anything else that falls under the ‘proper journalist’ umbrella.

I simply enjoy sourcing interesting stories about classic, sports, super or otherwise interesting cars and I’ve found that I quite like researching and structuring this information into something that vaguely makes sense.

Typically, I’ll catch a glimpse of something shiny when I’m out and about in various parts of London, quite often poking my nose down upmarket mews streets as I meander through the capital on my way to work. I started this hobby by simply taking pictures, popping them online and this has led to purchasing a few of my own vehicles which I am slowly turning into my very-own car-hire business.

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I guess I’ve joined the hoards of millennials who call themselves start-up entrepreneurs (if I must use this phrase).

I am also beginning to source original content, and this is something I love doing – the thrill of the chase of a good, unique lead.

Abandoned vehicles, car collections, barn-finds, the culture of automotive spotting and the people behind them.

If you are interested in these subjects too then please, do follow my social pages and check back to regularly for future blog posts.

I’ve got loads of great plans which I’m currently scrabbling around to bring to order, and I look forward to sharing them with you soon 😉

Anyway – this first blog is all about a little old muscle car from Stateside.


I spotted this classic 1960’s Mustang ‘fastback’ on a Bayswater side-road in London and just had to take a picture. Ok…several pictures. Epic US icon, meets quaint little London borough backdrop. The design looks as striking, purposeful and intimidating today as it did in the 60’s. Hold on – is it really over 50 years old?! Like Liz Hurley (of the same age) it has only got better and more desirable.

The Mustang has been a fantasy poster-car for me ever since I first saw Steve McQueen in petrol-heads’ favourite movie Bullitt; lording it around the streets of San Francisco chasing bad-guys and stealing hearts (and lives) along the way.

Today, they continue to remain as breathtakingly desirable as Mr McQueen (or Liz Hurley) themselves. Should you be lucky enough to spot one like this, this side of the Atlantic, the Mustang is a relatively rare ‘grin-inducing and pointing’ sight over here, with a strong cult following made up of US-imports as this generation was never officially sold in the UK.


The first thing you’ll notice is just how bloomin’ big they are on our small streets, with an amazing muscle car stance and road presence unrivalled by many ‘hot’ coupes today. Although this makes parking a pain in the proverbial. Left-hand drive and with piddly little (although beautiful) circular door mirrors too, so you can’t see what kerb you’re grinding against.


Once you hear one start and drive with the deep, lazy V8 rumble you’d expect from a US car of this era, you’ll be hooked – as this ensures it will have the attention of a square mile before it’s actually seen. This particular 1965 fastback as I stumbled across here in Bayswater produced a relatively humble but plenty-capable, naturally aspirated 225 BHP. Chances are that a couple have bolted from the stable over the years, but it’s still no slouch. Ok, so it’s certainly never going to be a grand national winner, but you’ll be too busy not caring if you’re cruising in one of these, hoofing it along with the windows down – probably imagining you’re galloping down some wide, open US Pacific highway. I know I did…

In July I actually hired a 1965 Mustang for my own wedding in one of those rare ‘it’s my day so I’m doing what I want moments’. When I booked it I thought “July? Great! It will be 30 something degrees and wall-to-wall sunshine, right?”

True to form it rained a LOT. Did I tell you that I had ordered a convertible? I will not lie, the great American-engineering design of the roof and window panel failed me and leaked. All over my suit. Part and parcel of driving a 50-year-old icon, I guess. Luckily my new bride is very easy-going and saw the funny side and anyway, it had mostly dried out by the time the ceremony started.

The reactions from guests once all the soppy stuff was over with (I have had approval from my new wife for putting that comment on the internet – we’re all good!) concerning the Mustang was incredible and a real highlight of the day. People were tripping over themselves to get a photo in or near it, and it made a great backdrop for some of our official wedding photos (not yet got those back – but I’ll add anything good that comes back online when I do!)

Huge thanks to Matt from ThunderRoad Classics in Dorset for the hire of my dream car. Top bloke with a brilliant US car collection based in the South-West of England. []


That’s my humble 1988 E30 320i seen lingering in the background.

Here’s hoping Edford Classics will be adding an American icon to the Edford Classic Cars stable sometime in the very near future. Let me know your views in the comments below or you can email me on

We’ll have to act quickly though, as we have a feeling that examples such as this one in fine condition won’t be up for sale furlong, destined for car private car collections around the country before they’ve barely been advertised as for sale. Writing that last bit has actually begun to stirrup our emotions.

*Saddles up and goes off to check eBay motors*

Oh, and if you haven’t seen Steve McQueen drive one in Bullitt yet, what are you doing reading this? Watch it now – it’s brilliant! (As I’m sure Liz Hurley is in whatever daft RomCom she’s been in)

Until next time.

Michael (Edford Classic Cars)

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