I was ambling through west London the other weekend and came across a really odd scene.
Parked in a street just off Sloane Square were two Golf GTis that looked as if the last 20 odd years hadn’t happened.
The J-plater was a big bumper 16V, pretty much the last of the line. But the really odd thing was the lack of evidence that the last two decades had happened.
The car was completely intact, with the correct wheels and even the 16V logo’d side rubbing strips, which used to be the target of light-fingered big-bumper conversionists.
I glimpsed inside and it got even weirder. The original radio has survived and the centre console even held a boxed cassette.
The old spiral bound map on the back seat and the smart umbrella jammed between the parcel shelf and back seat took me back to the days when I used to visit London as a student and the roaring Sloane Ranger ruled the streets.
Amused by such a well-preserved time capsule, I wandered across the road only to immediately run into an F-plate 16V GTi, which was equally original. The period wheels and period alarm and immobiliser stickers in the side windows were a reminder of the days of rampant car theft.