My mother took me down to the parking garage of her residence to show me this car, so I snapped a couple of pictures. The owner is 97 and still driving.
I am not a car guy. To me they are a box with four wheels to get safely from one place to another. But as a male I have to at least pretend so I told my mother that the car was a mid-1920s Ford Model T. It says Ford on the front, so that was easy to figure out. Looking online for Model Ts, I would say now I was right – looks like a 1926 to me. If I am wrong, please correct me, you won’t hurt my pride.
The owner doesn’t drive it in winter. I’m wondering if he will take me for a spin around the block next summer.
That is if I can get up the courage to trust my life to someone who will at that point be still driving at 98.