It was the first car I was ever shocked by: the brutal speed as the turbo punched us into the future, or a wall. Nearly 30 years later, my last gallon will be spent much as the first was, hedges flashing by, empty lanes and youthful optimism, a little Renault engine spinning itself into a frenzy.
There is nothing like that first journey in your first car. I remember laid out ahead the sprawling possibilities of trips, freedom, adventure, that my Renault 5 Campus, an unsophisticated little tin box with no headrests, clock or revcounter, presented. I drove the long way home from the test centre at a lick, or what passed for lick in a 45bhp, four-speed car, down winding country lanes. I just missed a horsebox.
Of course,…
