You know what it’s like when the car’s tucked up in bed for winter. The first sign of a sunny spring day is like a sudden stirring in the trouser department when Rachel Riley pops up on TV. And you can fill in your own punchline from there…

Still, I’m a good boy these days, and I wouldn’t dream of getting out my Sierra and giving it a good spanking while it’s not road-legal. But that doesn’t mean I can’t draw back the covers for a couple of hours, give its bodywork a bit of love and attention, and maybe indulge in a few impromptu photographs.

As it turns out, I was overdue to take a few snaps of the Sierra – and my Crystal Blue Sapphire – for a book that’s due for publication later this year. Admittedly, neither of my cars are standard or minty enough to star in Factory Original Ford RS Cosworths (which primarily focuses on concours Cossies) but I can’t resist the opportunity to include my three-door in a couple of pics. Well you would, wouldn’t you.

Fortunately, after sitting still since November, the old YB fired up second time and idled with only a handful of misfires and rattles and dashboard warning lights; I wouldn’t expect anything else. Of course, settling into the Recaro seat amid the smell of hot oil and odour of super unleaded meant an almost irresistible urge to add burning rubber to my morning’s delight. But, like I said, I’m a good boy these days.

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So no, the Sierra didn’t get a thorough thrashing and no, it didn’t even get a ride around the block. But it’s had my 2016 RS Owners’ Club sticker applied to the window, so at least no one can say I’ve left the old girl untouched…