Christopher, I too began driving at a very young age. Partly because my youngest uncle--surrendered the wheel to me--without my grandparent's knowledge. I was orphaned at four so I was reared at the same table as my father. My uncle was more like an irresponsible older brother than an uncle.
Jack, my wife's grandmother also had the odd habit of covering every new sofa or chair with plastic. Phyllis said she used to badger her grandmother about it saying "Why are you saving this upholstery for some future owner? Why not enjoy it yourself?"
Ceri, Phyllis and I went to see "Skyfall" yesterday and there's a scene centered around James Bond's old Aston Martin and it made me nostalgic. It was a great movie by the way! My wife's '63 Chevy also had beautiful, white, genuine leatherupholstery which the original owner (in a fit of abstinence) had kept covered in thick, cold and crackling "plastic."When her Father removed it the interior looked as if had just rolled off the factory line.
Cooler than mine too...which was a 1964 Hillman Hunter...I bought it in 1974 for 35 quid....broke down two weeks later....last car I ever owned
My wife's first car was cooler than mine! It was a red, '63 Chevy, 2 door hardtop Impala SS (Super Sport)! I had a '57 Chevy 4 door, two-tone paint job. It was cool but not as cool as hers.