It’s the car I always promised myself, but it’s not a Ford Capri.
Working in the automotive industry I’m around cars every day, but it was childhood memories that fuelled a wish for a Mk2 Escort.
Watching and hearing them on full song in local rallies left a deep impression, but there were also family moments.
I vividly recall going car shopping with my nan and her letting me choose between an ex-Merseyside Police Mk2 or a yellow 1100 as her next car.
My own Escort search got serious 30 years later when my very understanding wife egged me on to ask an elderly gentleman, who had drawn up at the next petrol pump in his stock Mk2, if his car could be for sale.
Handing him a hastily found piece of paper with my details on I thought that was it, but he said he’d lost count of the number of times people had done the same.
A feature in C&SC about South African Escorts, extolling their rust-free shells, got me thinking about importing one, but they came with no history.
After trying to buy a few and seeing some poor ones for sale, I bought a Peugeot 205 Rallye (featured in C&SC, January 2007) while waiting for the right car.