The Range Rover was the first vehicle ever I drove. Before I began driving, only recently, I didn’t really know anything about cars.
My dad had owned different ones over the years, but I would never be able to recognise them, except maybe the red Toyota he had in 1998.
I would type into Google ‘what does a Toyota/Mazda/Nissan badge look like?’, just to make sure I got into the right Uber taxi.
Then, three years ago, I moved from Russia to Orange County, California.
There is something to be said for good public transport, and in Moscow I could catch a train to anywhere in the city every three minutes, but in California it took no time to realise how important it is to have a car of your own.
I am a collector of all things ‘vintage’; I appreciate items that have been living for decades and retain their quality and condition.