This love affair dates as far back as my very first memories.
My dad used to collect diecast model cars and keep them safe in his display cabinet, hidden away from me.
But, after my persistent requests, every now and then my mother would sneak one or two out to shush me, only for my father to find a dismantled version of it the next day.
Cars seemed to be in my blood, and in those early stages of life it was all about collecting models.
Eventually, the scale got bigger.
Aged 17, I came across a 1982 W126 Mercedes-Benz S-Class parked at one of our relatives’ houses, and it was love at first sight – no matter how clichéd that may sound.
I did all the convincing I could to get the car, but it took months for the time to finally come.