The "poshest" car my father had was an Austin Westminster. It had belonged to a local butcher's mother, reckoning was she drove it with the choke, all it ever did was potter around town. I always remember being lost in the huge back seat myself. A Westminster was nothing new to him, he was in the Traffic Police and the traffic cars were Westminsters, uprated to police spec, he told me they were good for 120mph, which must have been "interesting" with drum brakes
