I had a top-of-the-range, 2 litre, Ghia, 'R' reg, automatic, metallic-blue one with asun-roof! What woman could resist this babe magnet (Ford obviously knew what it was doing with the Capri, too, and later the Escort) especially with a grubby nailed driver looking like he'd just spent two weeks under the bonnet. It was much squarer than the MkIII, but that was a statement of power: Who cares if I'm not streamlined... I can still reach 110 mph down cliffs!
One of the best things was that if bits broke or fell out of the engine, you could just nail them back on! I never worked on it without having bits left over, and If I'd saved them I could probably have built another car out of them.