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January 2019 Issue 546 Welcome Our celebration of the giant-killing Ford Capri has Phil reliving the highs and lows of the cool coupé’s life journey You had to develop a pretty thick skin to be a Capri owner in the Eighties and Nineties, or have a good sense of humour. Fortunately, I’ve always been able to laugh, even when the Capri joke was on me, which it often was during that low point in the car’s image. Then, the fashionable performance bargains of the day were pert hatchbacks sporting GTI or GT/E badges. The Capri had slipped from urbane challenger of exotic names to urban bad boy, a rolling canvas for the worst excesses of the car modifier’s craft. What a difference a couple of decades makes –…