Another would wind the steering all the way over on full lock when stationary. Just take your hands off the wheel and she'd steadily go full lock left. Picked up a 'Jumper' with that one day and showed him its party piece. He couldn't believe it.
I had another shear the injector pump drive, but the sheared shaft stayed partially engaged. It happened going up Sanderstead Hill near Croydon. Started off with sluggish performance and backfiring which got worse, accompanied by clouds of black smoke belching from that big letter-box exhaust - flames included - impressive! Failed totally a mile from Chelsham.
Another dropped its exhaust system in West Hendon Broadway, and their heating ventilation system on the early ones was all or nothing. Those were LN's, the SNC's were better, but still just big tupperwear boxes on wheels, all banging about and shaking. And the lower seating was situated so the passengers seated could just see over the bottom of the window frames. Designed for passenger comfort they were not.
But get a good one, and if you sychronised the gas pedal and semi-auto gear selector with rpm, you could get some sweet changes.
Had an interesting 'moment' one day in Park Lane: Wet day, left Marble Arch going South doing about 28mph and approaching Traffic lights with Upper Brook Street. About four bus lengths from the lights they start to change from green. No problem, but simultaneously, a car passing me on my right, pulls across my bows and heaves the brakes on in front of me. Quick check in the nearside mirror - clear. Steer left and apply cadence braking, steering into the skid. Miss the car pulling up alongside with the back end still half in his lane, all accompanied by a deep rubbery growling from the back tyres. I was about to lean out the window and thump the car roof to give the driver some advice, but a rather official looking black Range Rover pulled up the other side of the car with two suited dudes giving me big thumbs up. That'll do then. Passengers totally oblivious to anything untoward.
One of the Tring drivers was Jackie Webster, a Yorkshireman, big fellah with great sense of humour, Brycreem'd black naturally wavey hair parted right down the middle like the wake of a speed boat. Dennis Healey eyebrows. One winters day with snow and ice even in central London, he's come off 'The Bridge' (Victoria), slung a left down St George's Drive heading for Vauxhall Bridge, and somewhere along the road lost the lot on the ice. The RF coach with its offset engine, slewed across the road, mounted the pavement - and the front steps of one of the several hotels in Georgian Pimlico, smashed the hotel front doors open losing his windscreen in the process, and confronting a shocked receptionist at her post. Jackie leans forward through his broken windscreen and says: "Do you have any vacancies please?"
Cornwall - are we nearly there yet ?