Not my ex. Granted he didn't actually raise this one, it was already raised when he bought it. He did stick taller tyres on it though. Driving it on the open road in a Canterbury Nor-wester was somewhat reminiscent of steering a square rigged sailing ship*. Surprisingly for something so quintessentially British, most of the time it actually worked, albeit using only 7 out of 8 cylinders until a valve grind operation was performed in the middle of the living room. That seemed normal at the time.
This is the vehicle that prompted me to buy my first car, as I found myself reaching for the handbrake to do a hill start while looking up through the steering wheel and operating the pedals with my extended toes. At that point I decided that this probably wasn't the right vehicle to be learning to drive in, despite the excellent views it gave across the top of the
*Yes, yes I have.