Let’s get one thing straight: I never intended to own a classic car… never mind three.
I’m only 23 years old, but Peugeot 205s have been a part of my life from an early age.
I recall sitting in the front seat of my mum’s Miami Blue GTI when I was about four, trying to out-sing Bill Withers’ long final note from Lovely Day while on the way to school.
I distinctly remember the neon-red carpets and blue paintwork: it was a striking contrast, for sure.
If you had met my mum, you certainly wouldn’t have forgotten her personality.
She was a truly charismatic, ‘one life, live it’ kind of person who only wanted to help others.
Her career was in driving instruction, something she had been doing for 15 years, and she had a lifelong passion for the 205.
She eventually sold her original car, but was on the hunt for a new one a few years later.