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Welcome Cylinder-count preferences aside, aren’t we all eternally motivated by the pursuit of purist ideals? When I was a kid I looked forward to a life without limits, particularly when it came to cars. Not for me the modest family saloons I saw clogging up the nation’s roads with their apologetically small four-cylinder engines and functional styling. No, when I grew up I would speed everywhere at the wheel of a powerful, multi-cylindered GT. And then adolescence spat me out into a world of graduate salaries, tax, living costs, more tax, petrol prices and car insurance. Automotive idealism crushed beneath the weight of grown-up compromise. For my friends addicted to the idea of new or ‘previously enjoyed’ modern metal, the compromise persisted, but my classic preferences soon brought a succession…