My old man had a succession of Imps as I was growing up, they were vomit inducing things being rear engined, with the motor (and more importantly exhaust) seemingly inside the bloody car.
I played a little festival a couple of years back that had a small classic car rally, and there was an imp. I approached the owner and told him how I'd grown up with the things, then tentatively asked if I could smell the inside of his. (car, you perverts) He knew exactly where I was coming from and unlocked it so I could. Jeez that took me back