I bought my first issue of Classic Ford:
That Escort on the cover represented everything I wanted. The bubble arches, the Super Oscars, the pure balls-out aggression of the thing. That cover shot burned itself into my mind - the archetypal mkI; the yardstick by which all other Escorts would henceforth be measured.
So I was pretty excited to bump into my childhood hero in a leafy clearing at Motorsport at the Palace yesterday. Looks like the old girl is well - not only still going, but pristine and being used in anger. This makes me happy.
They say you should never meet your heroes. But that's bullshit.
2 comments:
First of all i just read your blog and that's now my fathers car. The first time he saw it he was exactly the same as you and he had to have. We've now had the car since 2001 and I'd just like to say thank you for the kind words and the encouragement hope to see you at crystal palace next year.
Lovely stuff, I'll pop over and say hi next year!
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