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The story I’m going to share today is kind of
how I got interested in cars. When I was younger my dad had this XJ6 Jaguar and
I loved that car. I wish he still had it. But, he gave it to my sister who
drove it for a couple years and then it just fell apart and we had to sell it
for scrap. What makes me so attached to that car is kind of how I learned to
drive, per say? Considering I was like five or six, we had entered the alleyway
to get to my garage and he put me on his lap and I would have the nice wooden
steering wheel and drive down the alleyway without hitting anything. Not that
my dad would have let me, he probably had his foot on the break the whole time.
But, what was truly special about that car was, as a lot of people know, old
Jaguars have possibly the worst electrics of any car on the planet Earth. None
of them work. But, despite the fact that it was terrible, sitting in a leather
car in the middle of summer. But, I adored that car. I saw past its faults.
Needless to say, only some of the buttons worked. The radio worked, but other
than that none of the electrics worked. Any button you pushed didn’t really do
anything. So, my dad, me being like five or six, would pretend the car was like
a submarine and pushing a button would launch a torpedo at unsuspecting cars
that were apparently Japanese or German submarines or cargo ships or whatever
it happened to be that day. Just the innocence of that car has grown into my
love of cars.
-Geoff, Laguna Coffee
