Cosworth enthusiasts are walking on air these days. Well, the ones who actually own Cosworths, anyway. The original blue collar supercar, the road-racer for the everyman, the OG, the GOAT… the whole point of this car was to provide ridiculous performance at a not-ridiculous price point; sure, its real purpose on paper was to homologate the Sierra for Group A competition, and of course that’s a role it fulfilled with alacrity, but there’s something owners recall with just as much misty-eyed fondness as all that motorsport prowess, and that’s the fact that ordinary people could wander into a Ford showroom, slap down a wad of twenties and drive home in something unbelievably fast. For a time, it was one of the most stolen cars in the UK, and they became increasingly difficult to insure because they made outstanding getaway cars. The police couldn’t keep up. Urban legends abounded about drivers setting lap times around the M25 in the wee small
