Cortina en FranceBMJ 2007; 335 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.39280.400938.59 (Published 19 July 2007) Cite this as: BMJ 2007;335:160
- Des Spence, general practitioner, Glasgow
I remember my family holidays. Lying on top of bags in the back of the Cortina estate as it careered along the motorways of France. The wind deafened us because we kept the windows down, through fear of baking. We occasionally stopped at exotic service stations, full of the sound of crickets. We heard confused and confusing French rock music and smelt Gitanes smoke.
These were solid 24 hour rallies from London to Spain. We had no in-car DVDs, no iPods, no games machines—just the hiss …