Oh my god, I am old, I just realized I have had a drivers license for 40 years this month. How can that be? I didn't care if I got a license or not, my father insisted that I take drivers education classes, get a learners permit and take the driver test. Much my surprise I passed. I will never forget the parking part of the driving test, I figured parking was a sure fire fail for me, I was always told that I was very uncoordinated. As we approached the department of motor vehicles office at the end of the driving test the examiner pointed to an empty parking lot at a new Bell Telephone office building next door and said, "get it in there and get it stopped without hitting anything and you passed." There was nothing to hit! What could I do? Soon my father's motives became clear, he would toss me the keys to the pickup truck and tell me to run and pickup supplies that he needed around the farm. When I needed transportation for school events the following spring, he bought my grandfather's old pickup truck and handed me the keys (and a key to farm gas pump, I didn't know what gas cost until three years later.)
I have driven just about everything from tiny cars to big box trucks. I have owned everything from a Renault Le-Car to a Cadillac Eldorado (I have owned 15 cars over the years,) I prefer small cars. They are easy to drive, easy to park (parking still haunts me, but other than an oil fired furnace I have never hit anything when parking.)
I saw the car above in Munch near the market one morning. It looks like such fun to drive.