The Maestro guy's tail of woe hits right in the feels
Imagine being me. My dad bought a new Maestro Clubman in 89/90. I desperately tried to convince him to get something else, but he wanted to buy British. So I begged to at least get the LX with electric front windows, but no.
He at least got silver rather than the gold metallic of his previous Maestro.
That’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Lufguss is my therapist.
Weirdly childhood nostalgia means I quite fancy an MG Maestro Turbo. It looked so much hawter than the basic ones in dad’s glossy brochure. See also the Raleigh Dune Dancer when I was restricted to an Amazon.
Imagine being me. My dad bought a new Maestro Clubman in 89/90. I desperately tried to convince him to get something else, but he wanted to buy British. So I begged to at least get the LX with electric front windows, but no.
He at least got silver rather than the gold metallic of his previous Maestro.