I have always been interested in cars. One of my earliest memories I have as a child was the day my uncle Tony gave me a race toy car for Christmas. It was a metallic red Mercedes convertible car. It was bliss. The best gift I could ever wish for. It was 1979.
Boys will be boys. We grow up, but we still need our toys. My love for classic race cars has stayed on, and I still find them wonderful ‘objets d’art’. I am not so much interested in the engine, but more on the aesthetic qualities of some cars which have come to represent an era – ‘moving’ works of art in their own right.
I am not going to delve into the obvious classic race cars which everybody lusts for. The Astons and the E-Types of this world are on a class of their…
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