What is it?
The car that it's always been about, really. Up there in the top ten of reassuring old English clichés, it's a gloriously impractical, modestly performing jalopy. Lovely.
The Morgan doesn't handle so much as just steer vaguely. You point it into the middle of a bend and see what happens, making the necessary adjustments all the while. Stately and dignified stuff.
If you relax by sitting on the waltzers, then the Morgan is right up your street. The Plus 4 rides with a surprising lack of consistency and you'll be watching for potholes more than in most other cars.
The Plus 4 gets a modest but decent 2-0-litre unit provided by Ford. Performance is merely sufficient, and that's thanks to Morgan's inherently lightweight ash frame chassis construction, but it always feels slightly too fast.
On the inside
Sit down. Breathe in gently. Morgans have no boot. None whatsoever. There’s also barely enough room in the cabin for you and a size zero model. If you need to bring a toothbrush go buy a BMW Z4.
It's built by men in a shed in Malvern. But don't dismiss it for this - Morgan has been around for over 100 years, all in the same family, so it must be doing something right to keep the customers coming back.
A Morgan’s utter timelessness means they hold their value extremely well, and the modern engines are reliable and frugal. If you can afford it in the first place you’ve nothing to lose from there. Except hair and fillings.