Well, my father likes to consider himself a bit of an anglophile! , but no real connections… well, except the lineage back to Althorp! (just kidding) One of my father’s proudest moments was when the barkeep at a London pub called him a “bit of a twit” for leaving his camera sitting on the bar! I’d say that is a pretty true description of him! Ha Ha!
I almost hate to mention it, but my father was into Aston Martins. When I was in high school I drove a Vantage V8… well, when he wasn’t watching where he left the keys that is! Yea, I grew up around cool English cars… ahh, the good old days! The old man and my grandfather both had some pretty impressive iron. My grandfather had a MK IX Jag and a 140M. My dad had the Astons though. A red DB6, a RHD DBS and a couple different V8 Vantages that came and went, amongst others That stuff is all long gone though, he sold everything off when the market exploded on those cars. The TR3 I mentioned before was his high school graduation present, I managed to snag that car over 20 years ago when he started selling stuff off, and I;ll keep it forever.
Yah, it was good being a kid at my place. How times have changed though. I’ll have to tell car stories when I’m there for the BoA meet. I’ll tell one real quick though…lol… The old man had just bought a Maserati Merak and it wouldn’t start after the transport truck dropped it off. The following day I took the fuel pump off and discovered the contacts were corroded, so I cleaned it all up and got the car running. This was just way too cool and tempting for me, so I called up one of my buddies and took it out for a joy ride. I REALLY put that car to the test that day and after I got home he was waiting for me at the front door… Well, at some point during the day I had apparently passed him on the interstate at a speed well in excess of 100mph… needless to say, he was extremely unhappy (and that’s putting it nicely!). So ended my joy ride days…My poor dad, between me and my 4 brothers we must have drove him nuts!