Background
First badged as the Rover ‘3-litre’ thanks to its straight-six 2,995cc engine, the P5 broke cover in 1958. Born into a world of men wearing beige cardigans with suede elbow protectors, housewives in headscarves, and small children suffering from rickets, a 115bhp family saloon was quite the thing, even if it did suffer drum brakes all round.
Still, given that the P5 took more than 17 seconds to amble to 60mph on its way to a top speed that couldn’t even breach three figures, the brakes were rarely the main cause of complaint.
But, power steering was available on the options list and the P5 does have all-independent suspension, so all was not completely lost, especially as it is so bloomin’ comfy thanks to lashings of wood ‘n’ leather ‘n’ chrome.
The MKII version arrived in 1962 bringing with it another 14bhp and much improved suspension. The Coupé came along later in the year, offering a much lower roofline while retaining all four doors, rather than the more usual two that other manufacturers insisted were de rigueur; the P5 was now a sensationally good looking car, albeit still a very sensible one.
The MKIII of October 1965 brought more power and luxury, most notably in the form of individual rear seats rather than the bench-style buyers had been used to.
The 3.5-litre, V8-powered P5B (in a nod to the engine’s source, the ‘B’ here stands for Buick, the chaps who supplied the engine) was the final iteration of the Rover P5 range of cars. Arriving in 1967, the V8 engine is mated to the Borg Warner Type-35 automatic gearbox and guided via Hydrosteer variable ratio power steering, making the P5B a surprisingly modern car to drive, despite the saloon’s somewhat staid looks.
Which suited The Great and The Good perfectly; while prime ministers and captains of industry flocked to the P5B saloon, those of a more rakish bent found themselves drawn to the Coupé.
And no wonder; who doesn’t love a car that offers hot-rod performance alongside an irresistibly cad-like profile? After all, the 161bhp P5B could now crack the magic ton with ease, finally topping out at around 115mph after passing 60mph in just under ten seconds.
Heady stuff, back in the day – and all achieved from the comfort of the traditional Rover cocoon.







