Daniel Gardner
ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH THE 1980s, my parents decided to trade in the blue Mk1 Volkswagen Golf that I had been driven home in from Musgrove Park Hospital as a newborn. I loved that car and, even though Dad was planning on replacing it with an almost identical Mk1 in red, I was heartbroken that it had to go.
So much so, that I wanted to find something to keep of it. With only limited
