The Ford Transit is a range of panel vans, minibuses, and pickup trucks, produced by the Ford Motor Company in Europe.
The Transit has been the best-selling light commercial vehicle in Europe for 40 years, and in some countries the term "Transit" has passed into common usage as a generic term applying to any light commercial van in the Transit's size bracket.
Although the Transit name has been in use by Ford since 1953, the first definitive Transit platform was launched in 1965. Since then, six million Transits have been produced across three basic platform generations (first debuting in 1965, 1986 and 2000, respectively), with various facelift models of each, carrying various generation and model designators depending on market.
The global, fourth-generation Transit was officially unveiled in September 2012, and marked the transition of the "Transit" name from a single model into a brand representing a complete family of Ford commercial vehicles in different size classes.
The Transit is a commercial vehicle, while the Tourneo is a Transit based 8 or 9-seat minibus, featuring back seats and back windows similar to a Minivan. Tourneo and Transit models run in parallel, with both being facelifted or updated at the same time. The Tourneo is also considered an executive transport vehicle and is often supplied with alloy wheels. The Tourneo was introduced in 1995. A smaller minivan version of the Tourneo, called the Tourneo Connect, was introduced in 2002, based on the Transit Connect.
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