When I was a kid, I had a thing for the Lotus Esprit. Probably had something to do with The Spy Who Loved Me coming out when I was 12 years old. And it never left me.
So when I was in my early 20s and just before I became a motoring journalist, I bought one. How? Because I was working in the City and had inherited a bit of money too. And if anything was going to cure me of my Esprit addiction, that car would have done it. It was a black 1981 Series 3, with fat silver and gold BBS wheels but without a turbocharger bolted to the side of its 2.2-litre twin cam engine.