TWO-SEATERS

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 29 March 1930, Page 9

TWO-SEATERS

ARE THEY SELFISH?

I am told that I am unsociable because I prefer a snug two-seater, with its close, trim lines and its natty "beetle back," to the big tourer which holds four or five advnturous souls, says A. Gordon in "The Morris Owner. It is an honest preference, because I happen to like company (if it is cheerful) as much as anybody does. But my love for the nippy bus in which two may chat and exult in secret happens to be a bit stronger, that is all. At the last Show I was amazed by the comparative scarcity of two-seater models. "You, see, sir, most people like to take their friends out with them when they go for a spin, and you can t do it in a two-seater— except, of course, in the dickey." This kind of thing was so marked that I began to have serious doubts as to whether I was oldfashioned because I still run, and love, something for two (inside) only. To me it seems very much like wasting energy (and I hate waste of any sort) to pilot four seats about the country when two and somtimes only one is occupied. "We should soon make such heaps ot new friends if we had a bigger car is one of the very specious arguments. Yes . I suppose we should .. • but would our gain in that respect be in anything like a fair ration to the capital cost involved in making the change, and the increased cost of incidentals to entertaining that would operate as soon as we had patted a tearful goodbye on the bonnet of our little "seat two.-er?" These are big questions, and as their answer is a very vexed one I have, so far, taken the line of least resistance. You know, it is very nice, that twoseater feeling. All trim behind, none of those pocket stinging garage charges whilst holidaying, imposed because "Well, it takes up such a lot of room, sir." Just a neat, self-contained little affair that shows a clean pair of heels around tramcars, a happy couple behind the windscreen, a squat, streamlined shape that can dither speedily underneath the noses of omnibuses—that is the form of motoring to which I betrothed myself, and I have had not tangible reason yet to regret my choice of a sweetheart.