Many thanks Alf. Seem to remember the fin was larger on the later cub that Stockland had, there again i was smaller in those days.Nick here is a photo of a Tailfin Tiger Cub Coach
https://www.flickr.com/photos/16823399@N04/3346722807/in/photostream/
Very pleased when smoking was banned as emptying ashtrays filled with apple cores and cigarette ends was not a pleasant job.Nice model, Alf.
Here's a Gliderways Harrington bodied Leyland coach with a 'Dorsal Fin', actually part of the ventilation system. The airflow over the louvres in the fin caused an extraction effect in the saloon - useful as smoking was allowed on coaches in those days.
Can anyone identify the location of this photo? I don't think it's Birmingham, it looks a bit like Oxford Street London to me.
Welcome OMRM in our case you went where your parents took you but still days of excitement.I remember travelling on Gliderways Coaches when i was a kid with my parents. We must have gone all over the country with them. They were great days, the days of innocence.
Hi Len:
It was probably one of the McLoughlan brothers who sold you the car. You have a good memory and were very close on the name.
The McLoughlan family ran the garage for many years. A friend of mine married one of the brothers in the l960's. Their father started the business I believe and he lived on Marsh Hill in a bungalow called "Wyoming" near to Bleak Hill Road on the same side as the Garage. He ran a taxi service for several years and always took us to Snow Hill or New Street Stations
when we went by train for holidays. My brother Peter worked there for
a couple of summers cleaning the coaches when they came back from
their destinations.
My Father bought his first new car from the Stockland Garage in l957, a grey Austin can't remember the model. It was a great car.
Before Dad got a car we used Stocklands, Smithes Imperial and Midland Red for our Holidays in Devon and Cornwall. We would be at the coach station at night , Mom Dad, My brother and I laden with sweets and poaket money saved over the year. My brother would eat his sweets before the coach started/ i remember we had to stick his head out of the window on a Midland Red as he was sick and when we stopped at Cheltenham Dad had to get a bucket and clean the outside of the coach. The excitement of watching the dawn come up and seeing rabbits in the fields. Sometimes the journey never seemed to end."YThe first one to see the see wins a prize"