I was else­where in 1978

Classic Car Weekly (UK) - - The Way We Were -

Al­though I live in Stam­ford now, back in 1978, be­ing only seven years old meant I lived with my par­ents about 200 miles to the south-west, in Bournemouth. Not that Bournemouth was a bad place to grow up, be­ing by the sea­side and all, but it did get crammed with grock­les in sum­mer.

When I was four, my fam­ily had moved there from the Isle of Shep­pey in Kent, which was where my mo­tor­ing ob­ses­sion had be­gun. For an early birth­day, I was given a bright red pedal car that looked like the bizarre scar­let-hued off­spring of a Mor­ris Mi­nor and a Volk­swa­gen Bee­tle. Af­ter ap­par­ently scream­ing ‘CAAAAAARRRRRRRR!’ the mo­ment I un­wrapped it, I be­came al­most in­sep­a­ra­ble from it, to the point where I in­sisted on hav­ing my meals while sit­ting in it. I soon out­grew it – as is ob­vi­ous from the pic­ture – but that didn’t stop me us­ing it. To be hon­est, th­ese days, I still look much the same in any­thing smaller than a Peu­geot 205.

Meals on wheels: Richard still in­sists on eat­ing his meals in his car.

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