I was five years old...
My mom had a beauty parlor my dad built by enclosing our back porch. She was always busy on Saturday mornings. One Summer day, one of her customers pulled up in a pink '56 Imperial with a white top. I was already smitten by anything on four wheels and this one blew my mind. The driver, a really great guy I got to know over the years, got out and began to show me all around the car. The interior was as beautiful and plush as anything I had ever seen. While we sat on our front stoop, he told me the car rode so smooth you could probably drive over the curb and not know it! That was all I needed to hear. I wanted that car!The great irony is I never got to take a ride in the car. The next year, he had a Lincoln, then a Cadillac, then another Cadillac. They were all stunningly beautiful and he always would take the time to show them to me and talk about them. But, we never went anywhere. To my young mind, it was curious. It was not until I got older that I realized that he was, in a way, respecting me and my folks by not driving off with me in the front seat. Great cars driven by a good man!