When I was a teenager in Suburban Surrey, my best mate had one. Finished in a tasteful shade of olive drab and festooned with 'bull bars' and spare wheels/tyres [tires?] on the bonnet [hood?] and at the back, we rampaged around the neighbourhood enjoying the fresh air and exchanging approving looks with young ladies. I'm assuming they were interested in us, rather than the vehicle, although it was certainly eye-catching.
Sadly, and unsurprisingly given his driving style, my mate lost his licence within a few months of getting it, for a series of transgressions.