She sailed far and wide in this dream boat.
But times change. Now her favorite car is this.
The exact opposite of a 1960 Coupe de Ville.
Probably not a good thing to be married to a motorhead. Now she knows more. Frighteningly, she likes the Italians.
Yeah. She’s learned that before Ferrari there was Alfa.
And the French.
Life is not fair. The grandest car ever built is one Lady Laird would like to own. Bugatti Royale.
And, God bless us, the antediluvian Americans.
The most stylish monster equipped with headers before NASCAR was even a glimmer in some moonshiner’s eye.
And, shockingly, the aristocratic English, namely Jaguars.
Yeah, beauty interrupts life. Sorry.
We’re still working on the small English, which includes the car that if it actually worked would replace that Coupe de Ville in a second.
MY dream car. If it would only start. And not show instant electrical problems. Why I have an MR2 instead.
But it doesn’t, never did, work.