Young Mr Morgan hard at work plotting the downfall of the mass-produced sports car manufacturers. 'Eureka! We'll build a five cyclinder rotary mid-engined lightweight six wheeled eco-friendly-jobbie and Bob's yer Aunt!' Genius.
The very olde wooden forming-thingies dating from before the Ark are still used to form the wooden running-board-cum-mudguard-thingies. Folk look on, rapt.
David's excited, we've arrived at The Final Assembly Shop. But what's this? There's no pit? He was hoping to get a job here, given his vast experience of working in one at Vauxhall Motors back in the day. But here, there's no demand for his one and only unique engineering skill: his height. He's gutted.
Don't want a Morgan with four wheels? You can have a three-wheeler for £40k (if we remember correctly). It's powered by a 2 litre V-twin manufactured in America. But don't worry, it isn't a Harley Davidson. Young Mr Morgan's not that daft.
An Aero 8-thingy in black! With the added bonus of young Mr Morgan strolling past. Er, no idea who the lady with the pushchair is.
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