When I was growing up in the 1970s, Austin Cambridges and Morris Oxfords of the Farina-styled variety were still an everyday sight on the roads.
Yes, you could still buy a new Oxford in 1971, but despite that, at that time I think they already seemed like vehicles from another age.
They were tall, skinny and sort of heavy looking, with by then out-of-fashion two-tone paint schemes and lots of chrome.
To me, they never seemed to be driven by anybody under about 80 years old (in truth most Cambridge/Oxford drivers were men in their 50s, but when you’re seven or eight, there’s no difference worth mentioning between those two ages).
That all those drivers seemed to be hunched, grim-faced, over the massive, high-set steering wheel as they plodded through the gears, vision likely as not half-obscured by flag-shaped stickers on the rear ’screen that told of outings to places like Margate and Tenby, probably didn’t help my perception.