When we used to race at Boston's shale track stadium there were banger races. One night an A35 rolled out onto the track alongside Zodiac, Zephyrs, Austin Cambridge, Morris Oxfords etc. you get the idea. Well, the little Austin was picked on mercilessly and I wish I had a quid for every time it was rolled but because of it's shape it would land on it's wheels and to a huge cheer would be off again.
Sadly, eventually one time it was rolled and it rested against the inner crash fence and sat there waving it's wheels in the air, a big aaaaahhhhh went round the stadium as the driver got out and legged it just before another of the big boys finally killed the little Austin.
Tony.