"When I was little, my grandpa had a 1961 Jaguar E-Type—sleek, silver, and loud enough to turn heads on every street. On warm Sunday afternoons, he'd take me for rides, the top down and wind whipping through our hair. My favorite part was when he'd let me sit on his lap and "drive," my tiny hands gripping the wheel while he worked the pedals. I remember feeling like we were flying, just the two of us and that roaring engine. It's one of my favorite memories."
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