There was a time when cars had sensible names. Names like Marina and Capri. Or Princess. They were reassuring; they were names that conjured up the exotic so that middle-aged men in Kidderminster could imagine that if they drove one that they, too, would be the dashing man about town who woman would want to touch inappropriately.
It was a time when marketing really sold cars. In fact I don't think I've ever seen an advert for a Ford Capri that didn't include a rather attractive woman in a short skirt. And if there is one, I … Read more