I remember as a kid my dad owning a red HB Viva. Sunday evenings sat in the back in the Kesteven Arms car park with a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps, listening to radio luxembourgh whilst dad was in the pub getting pissed.
We had a red 2nd hand HC as our first family car and my Dad let me drive it after I'd passed my test. As a car it was perfectly fine and did Leeds to Heathrow and back in a day a few times, taking and picking up my possessions for uni, all at 34p a gallon.
My old man had a red HB as well....It didn't stay too long, by his standards. He had a habit of buying cars from family members as he was fearful of anything mechanical. This was a reasonable policy unless the proffered vehicle was inherently unsuitable.....An 1159cc 2 door Viva did not really make an ideal vehicle for a family of 5 used the the space* and power* of a 1600 Minx and was soon replaced by an FD Estate Car - bought ironically from one of the less salubrious evening paper dealer adverts.
I remember Mum clouting a Volvo Amazon with the Viva and knocking about a hundredweight of filler out of the Swede. Grandad covered up the Viva's small flesh wound with some left-over red paint he'd done his gates with. The Volvo belonged to a large local gypsy family who rocked up at our front door that night. To my Dad's eternal credit he saw them off armed only with his insurance information and kept his teeth.
There's a great long bar in Rock & Roll heaven.......
I also had a red HB, that was 20 quid and a breaker for my other HBs and a friends thus I made some cash by selling him parts. I'd be roasted on AS for doing that. Had a red HC too, it was an early 'J' plate so had the 1159cc and not the mighty 1256cc powerhouse. That was my most expensive Viva at 90 quid, a friend and I swapped it back and forth with our deals, the final one being me buying his '63 Pontiac Grand Prix as long as he took the Viva back in part exchange. I think that was the end of my Vivas and I stepped up into a 100 quid FD estate which served me faithfully for 2-3 years, I bought that from a mate's stepfather who had been in the RAF during WW2. He survived his Halifax bomber being shot down (some of the crew didn't) and ended up in Colditz. He also survived the 'Long Walk' that the Germans made prisoners do in winter towards the final phase of the war. Very clever chap, he ended up working for Racal Decca on aircraft electronics. One evening he got a box out of his car and handed it to me saying 'don't drop that, it's worth a million pounds'. No pressure then. And no, he wasn't joking, he was a pretty serious fellow who didn't suffer fools. Sadly he's no longer with us.