IN 1950, Californian girl Marcia Campbell took delivery of a customised but unfinished 1942 Ford coupe. She tasked Sam Barris with finishing it, specifying dark blue duco, a ’49 Olds grille, five-inch chop and lengthened doors and quarters.
Similarly, Barris bodyman Bill Ortega treated his 1941 Mercury to a severe chop, relocated fuel filler, smoothed nose and deck, and full fadeaway fenders down either side.
Sixty-five years and 5390 miles away, Sally and John Phillips have painstakingly applied the most awesome traits of these early Californian game-changers to their humble ’63 Morris Minor, creating a masterpiece in the process.
Having toiled away together in their windswept carport in darkest Oxfordshire for the past two-and-a-half years, the pair’s efforts were rewarded in April when Sally inadvertently debuted the car to the entire world; her Morris Minor had gone Grumpy Cat-levels of viral overnight!
And Street Machine was taking notice: “Telf saw it and messaged me within a day,” Sally says. “He said he didn’t normally get excited by Morris Minors, but he loves mine!”
And there’s plenty to love; despite diminutive proportions, the Morris oozes a style far removed from the austerity intended by designer Alec Issigonis. Influences and aspects from the best customs throughout history have been seamlessly melded and resized, but Sally is quick to give credit where it’s due: “The shape is all John; he’s just got an eye for it!”
Not that Sally needs to justify her own input; she was deeply involved in the build and has worshipped classic tin since day dot. “I’ve always loved cars and owned another Morris before this one, but it was rotten from the middle down.” Things came to a head for that Morris when an MOT inspector bashed his screwdriver right through a chassis rail. “We found grey putty, chicken wire and old newspapers!” Sally remembers.
Sally and John sourced another Minor shell via mate Simon Beckett.
By Aussie standards it was pretty far gone: a birdbath for a roof and no hanging panels, engine, doors or floors. “But it was solid in the rails; it hadn’t been messed around with and the datum points were intact, so we rescued it!” Sally enthuses.
The couple wasted no time, chopping the roof five inches at the front and eight inches at the back, lengthening the rear deck two inches, then re-attaching the roof during a single, busy weekend.
“We also sectioned in the smaller rear window from an earlier Minor,” Sally explains. “I can cut and weld, but the more complex tasks were handled by John.” He also canted the B-pillars forward and re-shaped the side glass apertures in a style reflecting the famous Hirohata Mercury.
Real estate at home precluded a full rotisserie, but with the amount of rot underneath the car, Sally and John really needed one. After some careful planning, mates Kookie Cooke and Ollie Pratlett were lured to the carport to help John out. Several beers and a bacon sandwich later, they “just gave it the old heave-ho and it was up, leaning on a pile of tyres”, according to Sally.
With John beavering away on the floor sections, Sally frenched in a pair of MG Midget headlight surrounds.
But something was amiss. Sally started to feel some weird effects – touch sensation issues, double vision and numbness down her left side. Then, while she was awaiting the results of an MRI, Sally awoke to find half her face had dropped as if she’d had a stroke; the lifechanging diagnosis was multiple sclerosis. “John was devastated by the news, but when he’s upset he just throws himself at cars,” Sally says philosophically. “But I had to put my bits on hold.”
Although there’s no cure for MS, a definite diagnosis meant treatment could commence. While Sally was offline, John finished the bodywork, stretching the doors and quarters south, nosing the bonnet, decking the bootlid and creating the amazing fadeaways by bending the new sheet metal around the light pole in front of their house!
Within a few months, Sally’s medications were keeping her symptoms at a manageable level and they could get stuck back into the Morris together. Nick Farrance had painted the car, so all that was left was
careful re-assembly. Sally fitted the door cards, glass and chrome fixings. “Some of the smallest stuff was the trickiest,” she says. “The quarter lights were a nightmare!”
With John a mechanic by trade, motivation was easily sorted; a 1275cc MG Midget engine was given a freshen-up with some good bits including MG Metro inlet and exhaust manifolds and an HIF44 SU carburettor. Although not quite as exciting as a Hemi, it returns a very decent 40mpg – an important factor in England!
Vehicles like Bill Ortega’s Mercury business coupe, Marcia Campbell’s 1941 Ford and the Hirohata Merc were never famous for horsepower – they were famous for oozing style from every single panel. It’s a testament to their legacy that 60 years later, these cars are still spoken about in reverent tones and are still inspiring people like Sally and John to challenge expectations, beat the odds and put out something beautiful.
And we’re certain that, in another 60 years, people will still talk of the world’s most beautiful Morris Minor. s M O R R I S MI N O R
Colour: Gloss black two-pack
Engine: 1275cc MG Midget Intake: MG Metro Induction: Single HIF44 SU carburettor Ignition: Lucas sport coil with 44D4 distributor Exhaust: MG Metro manifold and downpipe with mufflers homemade from disposable CO2 cylinders
Transmission: Standard Diff: 9in Detroit Locker with Strange 4.11s. Not really, Riley 3.7:1 diff
Brakes: Morris Marina (f), standard drums (r) Springs & shocks: Adjusted twospline torsions bars with rebuilt leverarm shocks (f), 2in lowering blocks with Monroe telescopic shocks (r) Steering: Standard rack-and-peanut
Rims: Standard steelies, 14x3.5 (f); standard commercial-spec steelies, 14x4.5 (r) Rubber: Bridgestone; 145/80R14 (f), 165/70R14 (r)
Steering wheel: Standard Morris with chrome dome bullet Seats: Rover Metro (f), standard bench (r); both retrimmed in leopard print Gauges: Smiths Shifter: Custom-painted Herman Munster head Stereo: Mutant with Kenwood speakers hidden behind 1970s poker machine covers
Nick Farrance for the paint job; Phil & Deborah Rowles for the awesome interior; Max Davies for various bits including the carburettor; Kristian ‘Kookie’ Cooke & Ollie Pratlett for helping roll the shell over during the build; Simon Beckett for sourcing the car; Alan Bone and Robbie for their general help and support