They say we have reached peak ‘stuff’ as a society. I certainly have. I cannot think of anything I seriously yearn for other than, possibly, a Savile Row suit.
Money is nice, for sure, but writing about old cars never made a millionaire of anyone. The important thing is I have a house, a few nice cars and have got to an age were I realise mere possessions only bring fleeting happiness.
Thus, when Christmas 2018 loomed, my wife Mia and I agreed to not to get each other anything. Which was a fine arrangement until I discovered she was making a special trip to Weybridge to get whatever it was she was not supposed to be getting me.
What could it be? It was certainly too big to wrap and put under the tree, and I was under strict instructions not to look in the garden shed.
Meanwhile, I had to scuttle off and get her something to open on Christmas morning, which turned out to be a jumper she already had.
So I felt a bigger twit than usual when the secret pressie turned out to be a Rolls-Royce pedal car; not on the ‘must-have’ list of many 17-stone 52-year olds, I will admit, but an indication that Mia pays a lot more attention to what I say than I care to admit.
I had, presumably, told her the story of my last brush with a pedal-powered Rolls well over 40 years ago. It was a Tri-ang Silver Cloud III pedal car that belonged to some kids across the road. This was Manchester in 1972 and it was a few years old even then, Tri-ang having stopped production in 1969.