Must admit, Setright was about the only part of Car magazine that I found almost unreadable back in the day
when I could hardly wait for each issue to come off the press.
Actually, I drove around for about 10 days in one of those Wedge Princesses back in the mid '80’s.
I’d returned from working abroad on a 2 week vacation, and needed transport to get me around to sundry family.
Rented the Wedge from Rentawreck in Southampton. Car wasn’t a wreck, just several years older than one would
get at a mainstream rental outfit.
As a family car, I rather liked it. Plenty of space, brisk enough. No complaints at all. The beige upholstery not quite to my taste, but hey.
The only blot on the 10 day landscape was that my ex live-in partner had agreed to move out of the house just before I arrived.
She’d had a few parties, and placed the detritus in about a dozen big black bags, and stored them in the garage.
First thing I did after I’d collected the Wedge, was to load the black bags into it, and take them to the dump.
On the way, a bag leaked some, I think, rancid milk. In the hot summer, the car soon reeked of it.
The number of times I cleaned out the back of that car trying to get rid of the smell.
I did eventually manage to reduce it to a kind of ‘only creeps up on you after 10 or 15 seconds…’ experience.
At which point I returned the car to Wrentawreck, handed over the keys, “Thank you very much, nice car, really enjoyed it”…,
and left the scene quite quickly.
But, yes, I rather liked the Wedge.