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Driving back from Plymouth airport about three years ago, engaged in polite conversation with a hitch-hiker I had just picked up, we were hit by a car coming from the other direction. We shot into a thicket beside the road and overturned. For a moment we were too stunned to speak and we just sat there, upside-down, listening to an Elvis number on the radio. Fortunately neither of us was injured, but my cherished, red and white, X reg., Ford Capri 1600 (L) was sadly unrecognisable.

The other car looked like a write-off too. The driver, a young, fit-looking bloke…

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