As an owner, I wasn’t entirely prepared for the public reaction to the Fulvia. From the ride home from Tony Roswell’s shop, I have gotten used to the smiles and waves on the road, the thumbs-ups on the M11, the conversations at petrol stations. Prior to yesterday, the peak event in this line was the day I was shopping at the local Tescos when the manager came on the public address system and I heard ‘Would the owner of the lovely vintage Lancia Fulvia come to the customer service desk’, where I was informed that I had left my lights on.
But yesterday, as I was working in my garage on some DIY, a ‘vintage’ neighbour wandered up my drive and said ‘That’s a lovely Fulvia!’ I thanked the man, and he reached into his pocket and said ‘I have something you might be interested in.’ And he produced a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully unrolled it, revealing a 2 1/2 inch square of Kodachrome and passed it over to me. It was a picture of Fulvia HF in full flight through a snowy passage with a view over the heads of a couple of children. ‘Do you know who that is?’ He asked. ‘That looks like Harry Källström!’, I said, noting the no. 12, and indeed it was. The fellow had been at the RAC rally in 1969 and this was a picture he took as a young boy watching the Fulvia thrash the competition; Källström won. ‘Your Fulvia reminded me of that day!’ He said.
Good times!