How is this even a question? The Aston is a heap- and scrap metal prices are bottoming out. The Humber is ready to go as far as I can see, just a bottle of Febreze and a plaid blanket and I'd drive the little bastard as is.
Plus, I've never even been interested enough to bother watching a Bond movie; and there's no way that Aston could ever be cooler than a car that was obviously designed by talking apart a Studebaker Lark and a Rambler Rebel and building a third car with the parts (blindfolded), and then named with a Mad Libs tablet and a rhyming dictionary...
I voted for the Humber, but the Aston is much more Hell. It is a car I think I could rebuild, given an English wheel (to make the new roof panel), a Mustang 5.0/5 speed parts car (or a MK IV Supra Turbo!), a Painless wiring kit, a set of aftermarket gauges, street rod A/C system, and an endless supply of time. Having no life at all would help too. Trying to make it original would be hell on a unfathomable scale as the rare, but not very powerful, drivetrain is missing, and most of the interior would need to be built from scratch or sourced from Ebay. The parts hunt to make it original would take 5-10 years alone, not to mention the time it takes to make it work. I'd let the outside look Aston, but mechanically it would be common Ford, Toyota or Nissan parts instead.
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The "Asti" was tempting but the promise of the Lumbering Bumble Humber is just too much. Take a good look at that interior--looks like it came straight out of the Body Farm (Oh, is that a hair raft in the back?) but the copy says, "headliner is near perfect."
So "near perfect" to this seller means that it has a rancid, rotten border of rust, corpse jelly and some kind of blood mold. And that's the BRIGHT spot of the interior.
@Deartháir and his eight little drained beers: Humber enthusiasts don't consider the Sceptre a "real Humber," as it's just a tarted-up Hillman Super Minx. Yes, these people also made a car called the Super Minx. Anyway, we should all feel free to let loose with a Graverobber-style soliloquy on the awesomeness of the Super Snipe.
Gotta go Humber here. The Aston is way too far gone to be a feasible project for anyone but a professional mechanic/body man. The Humber on the other hand, is so tantalizingly close to a driver that you'd go in thinking "shit, $1,000 in interior bits and a bit of bodywork, I'll be stylin'". Then, of course the usual bugaboos such as "British reliability", "Lucas Electrics", "Girling Hydraulics", et al. start rearing their heads, and the rust that was "just starting" in the usual places turns out to have infected the whole chassis, and by the time you get all of the little hassles sorted out, you discover that you now have over $15,000 invested in a car that was never really worth any more than the $500 and a case of Arrogant Bastard you paid for it.
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Reginald Throatwart Mumsthorpe IV, O.B.E,L.S.D,B.F.D, a person of impeccably quiet good taste, has his eyes on the Super Snipe this very minute. It suits his style nicely, along with his pipe, dark brown cardigan, hunting cap, and tweed jackets. After all, a Vanden Plas Princess R is much too flashy, Wolseleys are redolent of pretense, Vauxhall Crestas are for teddy-boys, and a Jaguar Mark II might suggest that our Reggie has an unseemly interest in things only cads and bounders indulge in, such as sex and a social life.
No way the Aston is Hell. Even with a smoking Honda weewhacker engine, rusted through floor pans and rabid badgers living in the heating ducts, the babes would still be throwing themselves at you, and your guy friends would be perpetually envious. Hell, it's not even a smog-strangled Seventies or Eighties version that looks like a tarted up Mustang, so you're good to go. Just get a tweed cap and a pipe and you're set.
Humber Super Snipe? The name alone is good fo a five minute gut busting laugh. It looks like a car for people accountants think are dull. What do I actually know about it? Only that car and Driver milked it for endless laughs as the putdown for any jab at english cars for about two decades. Buy it and the bikini tan team will NEVER be begging you to take them back to their vacation place for the weekend. Promise.
@Van Sarockin: Yeah, but Bay Area hipster chicks- many indistinguishable from Exene and/or Bettie Page- would be lined up for blocks to ride in your Super Snipe. So it all evens out, unless you insist on your women being ink-free and wearing lipstick in shades other than Tura Satana Blood Goddamn Red.
@Murilee Martin: You shoulda seen the hipster-girl damage that could be done with a two-door post Mercury Comet. IMAGINE the potential of a Super Snipe.
I'm heading off to the office holiday party so no long diatribe today. I'll just say that the Aston Martin is PCH champ today (ding, ding, ding, we have a winnah'). That poor monkey turd needs way to much, and that body style is a lot less desirable than the precursive DB6, 5 and 4s.
James Bond my ass.
The Humber is awesome, and I would gladly pay you Tuesday for Humber today. $700 (is that Canadian? What would that be US? $22 grand?) is a steal for a car that you could cruise around in and pretend to MI-6 arresting mod-dressed villians and shagging Holly Golightly types. Somebody get me a Scotch!
Somebody (I'm looking at you Dearthåir) should snatch up that Super Snipe.
@graverobber- My Yugo Nova!: Sonofabitch, that's not even that far away... Hell, I've got $450 in my pocket, just need someone to chip in the remaining $700.
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Plus, I've never even been interested enough to bother watching a Bond movie; and there's no way that Aston could ever be cooler than a car that was obviously designed by talking apart a Studebaker Lark and a Rambler Rebel and building a third car with the parts (blindfolded), and then named with a Mad Libs tablet and a rhyming dictionary...
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Rootes Group FTW!
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So "near perfect" to this seller means that it has a rancid, rotten border of rust, corpse jelly and some kind of blood mold. And that's the BRIGHT spot of the interior.
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Say it loud and proud. SOOOOOPAH SNIPE!
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Humber Super Snipe? The name alone is good fo a five minute gut busting laugh. It looks like a car for people accountants think are dull. What do I actually know about it? Only that car and Driver milked it for endless laughs as the putdown for any jab at english cars for about two decades. Buy it and the bikini tan team will NEVER be begging you to take them back to their vacation place for the weekend. Promise.
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Aston.
It's a stupid Aston, though it still _IS_ an Aston.
It's such a hideous piece of shit.
Noone will ever know what it is, or mistake it from something detroit.
I really hate that Aston.
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James Bond my ass.
The Humber is awesome, and I would gladly pay you Tuesday for Humber today. $700 (is that Canadian? What would that be US? $22 grand?) is a steal for a car that you could cruise around in and pretend to MI-6 arresting mod-dressed villians and shagging Holly Golightly types. Somebody get me a Scotch!
Somebody (I'm looking at you Dearthåir) should snatch up that Super Snipe.
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Still, it would be better in the rain...
NO! Save for bike.
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@Armand Bengle: (polite golf clap)