
More than anything else, my father loved his cars. From the time I could remember anything, I picture my Dad doing something car related — washing and waxing, fixing, buying or selling, but, most of all, driving. When I was around 25, my father had a 1970’s MG Midget – one of those 2 seater, convertible sports cars. You know the kind – shiny, chrome and leather, turning heads, making you want to take the day off and cruise!
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