Thirteen years ago my Mum and I drove down to the Sheffield to collect what was to be my second car, a brand new Ford Fiesta. After making our way to the DC Cook showroom, we then waited while the registration plate was drilled into place and the documents were transferred into my name. I was then able to drive away in what was a brand new car. Having spent five years driving a Fiat Punto, I felt rather spoilt to be sat in a brand, spanking new motor. I therefore took extra care of this car, thus she was …
