When I was growing up I remember the first time I saw a car with a pointy nose, and headlights that disappeared into the front of the car when off.  It was red.  At that moment I became obsessed with the lines of that car.  It’s shape and beauty.

The look was something I had never come across before, and something that I became obsessed with.  I think I first saw the car in a large board mounted poster being sold at the local shopping centre.  At the time I asked my parents if I could have it (the poster, not the car).  They of course said no.  Later though, my dad would buy me the board mounted poster.

It was a Ferrari Testarossa convertible.

This poster was the beginning of my obsession with super cars and photographs of cars.  To this day it still hangs proudly above my bed-head at my parents home.

The next car I became obsessed with was the Ferrari 288 GTO.  Followed by the Lamborghini Countach, thanks to a movie called Cannonball Run.

A poster of a Lamborghini Countach adorned the wall opposite my bed at my parents home.  It too is still there.  When I went to sleep at night I would stare at the Lamborghini, memorising the lines.  After awhile I started to notice the proportions of the car, and how they related to each other.  Then I began to notice the background, and how it made the car much more attractive.  To quote a ‘very wise man’,

“One day, she will be mine.  Oh yes, she will be mine…”