Ford Cortina
Wish I had a grey Cortina
Whiplash aerial, racing trim
Cortina owner - no one meaner
Wish that I could be like him
Twin exhaust and rusty bumper
Chewing gum at traffic light
Stop at red but leave on amber
Grey Cortina outa sight
Furlined seats and lettered windscreen
Elbow on the windowsill
Eight track blazing Brucie Springsteen
Bomber jacket, dressed to kill
Never cop a parking ticket
Never seem to show its age
Speed police too slow to nick it
Grey Cortina got it made
Wish I had a grey
Cortina Whiplash aerial, racing trim
Cortina owner - no one meaner
Wish that I could be like him
Sad to read that the old Ford Cortina is now one of the rarest cars on British roads.
Unlike Tom Robinson I did own a Cortina, well two actually and neither of them were grey. I had a green four door GXL, which had been an engagement present from my, then, fiances grandmother and then a Daytona Yellow Two-Door GT which I bought shortly after meeting Janis.
Both cars were 2 litre jobs, the green one actually towed a caravan up and down the Champs Elysee and round the Place De Concorde one night in August 1980.
The two door was obviously more sporty, vinyl roof, sports wheels, a stereo (which I installed myself!) that went up to 11 and front sports seats. The car died after I had neglected to put any anti-freeze in it one winter, the block cracked and it was all downhill after that. It had the name 'Concorde' in white letters across the top of the front windscreen - well this was the eighties, the decade that taste forgot.
When it came to getting rid of 'Concorde' it cost me a fiver which wasn't bad, the funny thing was that people obviously noticed that the car hadn't moved from behind the block of flats we were living in at the time and when I opened the bonnet for the last time half the engine was missing!
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It was the Capri's that got me. Not as driver but as a potential passenger. My mate Lozza, we were like a brother and sister promised me that when he had saved enough and got his first capri, I would be the first girl he would take out in it. I think I was about 14 at the time and he was 16.
I was long gone from hometown by the time he finally got one!
My brother bought a Capri as his first car, the first time he drove it the steering went and he hit a tree at thirty miles an hour.
He survived but it turned out that the car had been stolen from up north and brought down south for selling on.
Blimey! Poor your brother but I am shocked that they had capri's to nick up north. I thought the boundary line finished at Stoke!
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