I have always admired cars, even at an early age. My brother and I always had an eye spy car book when going on driving holidays through Europe each year (we lived in Germany).

Those books were filled with common and uncommon cars. Some we never found, mostly the American cars.

Fast forward 30 odd years and I now own a car from one of those books. Previous owner didn’t drive it much. I am adamant that cars should be driven, not stored. Regardless of their value, age, or model.

My 1967 Mustang therefore is available, and will continue to be so until it can no longer stretch its legs on the road.