“I’ve always been asked,
what is my favorite car?
And I’ve always said,
the next one”
My admiration for the automobile began at a young age. I guess it began when my younger brother started collecting those famous “Matchbox” cars. We would play with them and admire the detail and beauty of each car. My favorites Matchbox cars were the ones with hinged doors, hoods and trunks.
My first car was a $100, 1962 Ford Falcon station wagon with faux leather, mustang patterned seats. Not my dream car by any means, but, on a good day, it did get me to where I needed to be. Except for the occasional California rainy day. The brakes never worked in the rain, so I was not allowed to drive the Falcon when it rained.
Whenever I see a unique or beautiful car, I usually take a photo. Today I spotted a black beauty I’ve seen over the years on the Esplanade. I approached the owner and complimented him on his wheels. Knowing well that this car is worth in the tens of millions of dollars, I just had to ask the burning question….I asked him if it was real? His response was, “close enough”. I gave him a thumbs up and thought to myself. Original or a knock-off, that car was one beachin’ Cobra.