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Pacing up and down, checking the window to see if ‘it’ had arrived was soon to become a very familiar experience.
The first one I was checking for, back in September 1971, was a Ford Escort 1300 XL four door, dark green as it turned out and mine to run for a week.
For a 19-year-old, the promise of a brand-new car – free, gratis, for nothing – to
