Fast forward several years. The Lancia had bitten the dust and I was staring at an offer of employment letter that came with a company car. Even better the company did not specify the car or give me a shortlist – it was entirely up to me to choose the car I wanted.
Other kids had more interest. As a teenager I wasn’t really that interested in cars, well no more than the minimum necessary to hold a male teenage conversation. Obviously I was aware of Ferrari and Lamborghini, but Italian cars weren’t my first love. No, that was reserved for the Porsche 911 turbo.