A Vivid Memory

When I was around twelve or thirteen, a neighbor friend of my Dad’s gave me a ride in his brand new Jaguar that looked just like this one.

It was a real thrill, especially when he stomped it and made a sharp left turn around the corner from Huston Street to Willis Drive.

I still remember it these many years later.

It was topped years later when a former neighbor took me for a high-speed ride in a bright red vintage Ferrari he was taking for a test drive.