Made of tin foil and brie de mer, but packed with goodness when overtaking or going round corners, the GTI 1.9

was a bundle of fun, even though you had to close the doors gently in case they melted. Probably now housing

chickens in a Limousin farmyard, this was my last proper decent car for a while, since at this point it all

went a bit bonkers for a while. Here it is in Reeth.