CRUISE CONTROL
The sound of seagulls became all the more insistent as you turned off the A-road; the smell of fish and chips wafting on the breeze as the sea came into view.
Turning the corner, the unmistakable tang of tyre smoke began to weave its way through the salt-and-vinegar. And as you reached the seafront, it was all happening – the hold-backs, the donuts, the blues-and-twos and the candy floss…
The glory days of cruising in the late-1990s and early-2000s were the formative arena for so many Ford fans, the everyman majesty of the RS Turbos and Cossies making more of an impression than any Porsche ever could.
Billy Bell was certainly paying attention back then, as he watched the bigger boys shredding tyres for all
