[GH85Carrera]

My dad thought cars were just big expensive appliances that he parked outside. No cool cars at our house when I was a kid.

BUT, about the time I got the car bug, we lived on base. I would pedal my bike over to the BOQ, (Base Officer's Quarters) for the single officers. Mostly pilots, or doctors in their 20s, decent paycheck, and nothing except toys (or alcohol) to spend it on.

The parking lot was always full of Sunbeam Tigers, Jags and my love, Porsches. I had learned to park my bike far away from the cars, and I stood back and was careful to never touch the cars at all.
Some of the pilots knew my dad was a pilot, so I had a little tiny bit of acceptance.

If I was lucky, one of the guys was washing the car, or changes points and plugs to get some car to start. They tolerated me.

I almost exploded with joy when one of them let me sit in his 911.

Now at car shows I always let kids sit in my car if their shoes are clean.

That Jag is a perfect toy car in LA or southern California car. Useless in most of the rest of the country where it rains, and has real weather.