My very first love of cars was when i saw a bright red Mk2 with red interior.
I was probably six years old and my grandfather told me to stand away from the car as the owner approached.
No word of a lie, he was a proper spiv with pinstripe suit and he told my grandfather that it was okay for me to sit behind the wheel.
First impressions were the smell of the leather and wood, and then complete awe from seeing all the gauges and switches on the dashboard.
That was it, smitten at first sight, then promptly requested a model kit from my grandfather of a bright red Mk2 Jaguar. That's how memories are made!