I’m a Baby-boomer, and like many of us, I grew up under the magical spell of the automobile and motorcycles. For a young boy, the automobile or motorcycle represented the unfettered freedom of being able to go anywhere anytime (without parental supervision).
My first love was the ’63 E-Type Jag. I had seen a picture of one in a magazine, and was instantly smitten.
In school I would often doodle in my notebooks . One day it was a battle to save the Earth from aliens, another day I was painting race cars that resembled the E-Type on the margin.
This is a slice of my life where things with wheels were the protagonist.