The irony is that if everyone in the street had nice cars, it would be courteous to be able to park them in the driveway so that one’s neighbours could enjoy admiring them, only taking them inside for care and attention during adverse weather conditions.
I suppose it’s a poor man’s dream, requiring a gated community or a little haven village somewhere inhabited only by civilised people — a rarity these days… but even so, rather parochial compared to the rather exquisite Porsche designer buildings, where there is a separate elevator for your motor, which then sits behind a glass wall of the dining room to enjoy as your serve (or your butler serves) Mai Thais and Martinis to guests.
Somehow I think I prefer the little village solution…
When I bought the Mustang it was from a Guy in Wandsworth, where there are a couple of classic dealers with nice stuff on show, but absolutely nothing like the secured underground car parks of the apartments behind Mcdonalds, where the Mustang was kept, a large part of it is for general residents, another large part of it is behind electric shutters, it is like your own private car show, millions of quids worth of rare classics and modern super cars.
Some in bubbles, most with trickle chargers, the expensive computer type, but hundreds of them, never seen such variety and so many rare cars in one place.
Hidden away sadly, the times we live in I guess.
