When Ricky met Sally

Or for the Anglophiles out there – bonnet. Anyway, the car craze for me must’ve started with the Matchbox or Hotwheels looped tracks. Even a Corgi would fascinate me then. And am not talking ’bout the dog. And of all cars that fascinated me it was the American iron of yesteryear. In my mind they were cars built by car men. Inefficient yet beautiful. Art in motion. Pure Detroit Arrogance. When the giants of Motortown where celebrities in their own right.