I’ve never lived in any country where I knew anyone who had any kind of a car like a Ferrari. In the England and Canada that I knew years ago, working class people like me didn’t own Ferraris, didn’t have friends who owned Ferraris, and didn’t associate with people who knew someone who owned a Ferrari. And if, by chance, I had known someone, the friend of a friend who had a Ferrari, the driver of said Ferrari would not, most certainly not, have let me touch the vehicle. He would most very certainly not have let me sit in … Continue reading Do Boys Still Dream of Supercars?