Once upon a time, as all the best fairy-tales begin, all I wanted out of life was a Ferrari. They were Simply The Best. Frankly, even at the time, this was a bloody silly idea... For a start, at the age of eight, it would have been something of a stretch to even come close to reaching the pedals. What’s more, my favourite model, the gloriously seductive 512 Berlinetta Boxer, was strictly a two-seater, so there’d have been no room for the rest of the family. So even if I’d somehow managed to stretch my pocket-money that far, it would just have been me stuck in the passenger seat alongside my Dad, who had precisely zero interest in such things. As something of a stickler for the road rules, he would have resolutely refused to go
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