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One year John had a new car when he took Vera and George on the annual trip up north to the Durham Dales.

Vera settled in the back as George, who had never owned a car, sat next to the driver. As they made their way along the country lanes he not only admired the view but also the gleaming instruments on the dashboard.

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As they hit the A1(M) he was enthralled by the comfort and the speed.

 

“Eh, John, cracking motor. I bet it’ll do 70,” he said.

“It is,” came the reply.

George tightened his seat belt.