The Ford Transit has been quietly fetching and carrying for so long, and so well, that we don’t notice it. It’s just… there. Like air to breathe or water to drink. It’s become a generic. People lob their stuff into the back of a small-t transit van like they clean their carpets with a small-h hoover or (to Land Rover’s endless consternation) call their 4x4 a small-j jeep.
Being so insanely fit for purpose makes the Transit ineffably cool. Happily there’s now a chance for the quiet hero to step forward and take a bow. It’s 50 years exactly since the first one was sold. I’m bumping and rattling around Dagenham Docks in what’s thought to be the oldest surviving roadworthy example.