My father drove many cars, and motorbikes, throughout his life. But the one I remember most distinctly, or at least the most fondly, was the car he had when I was very young. It’s the first car I remember us having.
It was a baby blue Land Rover Defender with a white roof. It was old, with two seats in the front and two sideways facing benches in the back. I can’t even remember if there were seat-belts in the back or not. I do remember that I loved that car, and I was devastated when we sold it. That car made such an impression on me that even to this day my dream car is still a Land Rover Defender.