"Growing up in a small town in the Shenandoah Valley in the 1960s, our nearest neighbor was a country doctor who drove interesting cars. In the Spring of 1961, he travelled to England and brought home a new DB4. Early on cool mornings, listening to his warming up that engine would double my heart rate. It wasn't long before he took me for the ride of my then young life—magical for a 13 year old who was crazy about sports and grand touring cars! I was smitten, but preferred open…"
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