Whilst cycling on quiet Shropshire lanes yesterday I was passed by a young woman driving a mint 1960s white Ford Anglia. Bit like the one pictured.
It made me smile to see a youngster at the wheel of a car almost as old as her grandparents. Most classic car drivers are middle-aged men. Nothing wrong with that demographic. I am firmly in it. But cars like this only survive if the next generation take an interest.
My 18 year old niece is heading in the right direction. She’s currently buzzing around in a tatty Ford Ka – her first set of wheels – and already casting admiring glances at my old Range Rover. Good taste in one so young.
Same must be said for the young woman in the Anglia.
Perhaps there is hope after all.
Andrew Greenhalgh 