Beloved by bands and bank robbers, the Ford Transit turns 60

Climbing into a 1965 Ford Transit is like stepping into a time capsule on wheels.

Forget your modern high-tech nicknacks like satnavs and touchscreens. All you get here is a steering wheel, a big chrome-lined speedometer dial and a chunky heater control. There isn't even a radio.

Out on the road, it rattles and bangs and occasionally jumps out of gear.

Disconcertingly, there's no seatbelt, the seat itself has an alarming tendency to move around, and the brakes don't seem to do very much at all.

Beautiful as it is, it's hard to imagine that this elderly machine was ever state of the art.