It’s only the first time I have driven the car for any distance, along country roads.
I’ll admit it took me about 35 miles to gel with it. In truth it’s a bit like riding a Himalayan 411, as you have to retune (as it were) your brain.
This makes it fun and (to use a modern expression) a good ‘experience’, as the vehicle involves you doing much more than anything you’d ever need to do in any modern car.
It goes well and it stops, the latter being important. That said, you do need to pay good attention to what is going on ahead, as everything is not as instant as in a modern car.
It bothers me not that someone is briefly held up, whilst I rattle over a speed bump, or don’t I exploit every narrow gap in the circulating traffic when entering a roundabout. Their FordAudiTesla thing will (or should) out perform the ‘66 car any day on most measures, so they won’t be held up so long that they’ll die.
That said, the vast majority of drivers I have encountered are very respectful of what is clearly an old vehicle and don’t become impatient.
There’s lots of farm traffic about, as harvest and baling is in full swing. The tractors will slow, even if they have right of way, to let the car out, especially in villages, recognising that a bit of space for eveyone that is not the fastest (in modern terms) is good for everyone.