We never had a family car, but relatives in our huge family did. Three instances included Uncles Jack, Jim and Ken.
Jack worked for the GPO in the Telephone Exchange on Chapel Street in Salford. He lived with his parents and drove a car. Not paying rent or mortgage, he seems to have no overheads to worry about.
Jim embodied Sixties consumerism. He and his large family lived in a spacious modern council house in Baguley (Wythenshawe). He worked as a compositor at the Daily Express in central Manchester, and he had a series of cars, fitted carpets and a large colour TV. Compositors were the kings of the working class in the 1960s, as their skills were central ro any newspaper actually getting printed.
Ken worked at British Oxygen on the East Lancashire Road. He and his large family lived on a run-down smallholding in Clifton, and he drove a series of wildly decrepit vehicles, including at one point a minibus. The steering of the minibus wandered a couple of feet to either side. Ken had constant run-ins with authority and apparently didn't have a driving licence. Maybe he was from a time when they weren't needed, but I don't really know.
I wish I'd paid more attention to the marques and ages of my uncles' cars - I feel very silly to be writing about them without knowing those central facts.
But what does stand out for me is that for these people, at that time, driving to work in central Manchester wasn't difficult or expensive. It was, quite definitely, a status symbol and a luxury, quicker than the bus and with no parking problems to face.
In contrast, it took me 45 minutes to travel the last three miles into central Manchester at 9.15 am yesterday, and I felt very lucky to get the last space in a car park in Ancoats, paying £4 for a few hours.