I suppose the petrol running through my veins comes from my late father, who was a keen car man back in the day.
He went through numerous vehicles, changing them as soon as they got anywhere near 30,000 miles (a figure he thought was wise to avoid going beyond, in case they fell apart).
His golden period was during the late 1970s and ’80s, when he owned a mix of Porsches, a Datsun 240Z, BMW E30s and then various Audis, starting with an 80 quattro in 1984, followed by a 90 quattro in 1986 and then, finally, a Coupé quattro in 1988.
However, the one car that never appeared in the garage was the Holy Grail of quattros: the wide-arch, 200bhp Ur-quattro. At the time they cost a small fortune, but it was always the one I thought was coolest of all.
Many years later I began looking for a quattro for myself. Initially I was after a nice 80 quattro, but even back then they were as rare as hens’ teeth, so the search widened to include the full-fat quattro.
Over the years I travelled far and wide to look at various cars that came up for sale – all promised the earth but most were rubbish and in need of lots of work.