I don't know how to explain the fascination with high performance cars which also happen to have beautiful lines (not all high performance cars are beautiful!), and which BP and I can never even hope to drive, much less own. I blame my Dad. I think one of the first words I learned to say was Jaguar! And Dad said his dream car was the Lotus Elan. He did get to race speed boats on the Hudson River. What more can I say? I wish grooming young people to be race car drivers had been available to me when I was a child.
Oh well, at least I've had my day on the track, and in my tres sportif Astra, no less!
A week from Sunday, opening day for the Formula 1 Grand Prix series - the Australian Grand Prix. Cheers!
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