I still wish I had it
A few months ago, I was rummaging through a box of old slides and came across three slides of my old Peugeot 202—my very first car some 42 years ago. The day after I left high school in 1959, I started work as an apprentice motor mechanic at Cecil R. Pierce, the North Shore Chrysler, Simca, Peugeot, Renault dealer. There were two workshops, employing about 12 mechanics—one for Chysler, Dodge, etc. and the other for Peugeot, Renault, etc, called the continental workshop.
My Peugeot was a company car used by the service manager, Harold Pierce, and came on the market when the Peugeot 203 panel van replaced it. This happened about the time I was to get my licence, which I went for in the panel van. It seemed the right thing to do to purchase the Peugeot 202. I very proudly drove this car—I should say thrashed—all over New South Wales for the next two years.
I always had my head under the bonnet, overhauling the engine. This included building a set of extractors and a larger early manifold. I had to overhaul the diff because of damage I caused at a motorkhana. This little Peugeot used to fly.
The car club of those days was the Continental Car Club of Australia, which met at Top Ryde School of Arts. The mechanics were encouraged to belong to get the basics of driving. We had access to a property at Windsor where we had a sprint circuit and motorkhana area, which gave us a great opportunity to let off steam.
Two years on, I sold the Peugeot 202 and never saw it again. My next Pug was a 203 owned by Ken Brigden, my workshop foreman at the time. All of this was the start of a lifelong love of Peugeots, which may explain the four Pugs I have in my barn 42 years on.