Our story
Three generations of selling cars we can't afford to keep
Harris & Sons began, as all great institutions do, by complete accident. Since then we've sold magnificent motorcars to people who absolutely did not need them, and we've loved every minute.
1963
An accidental beginning
Reginald Harris visits a liquidation auction intending to buy a sandwich. He returns owning a coachbuilder, four chassis, and a parrot. Harris & Sons is founded on the spot.
1971
The first proper showroom
We move into a converted cinema on Cobblesworth Lane. The projector room becomes the accounts office. The popcorn machine stays until 1989.
1984
The purple era begins
A mislabeled tin of paint turns the entire signage fleet lavender. Reginald declares it 'distinguished' and refuses to repaint. We have been purple ever since.
1999
Millennium, survived
Y2K arrives. Our cars, being mechanical and deeply unbothered, do not notice. The fax machine briefly gains sentience, then loses it again.
2010
Biscuit joins the team
A spaniel wanders in during a rainstorm and is appointed Head of Security within the hour. Her record is flawless: she has not once noticed a burglar.
Today
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