What I like to call The British Disease.
I was given a large box of old pictures and there are a whole bunch of them that were my Dad’s from way back that I have to go through. Just skimming the very top of the box I found one I thought I would share with you guys that might go a long way towards explaining my Die Hard Love/Hate relationship with this damned Sprite I seem to have.
I was born at the end of January in 1960.
Please hold onto your Geezer cracks for a minute.
That picture was taken in December of 1960 which would have put me at about 11 months old.
That is My Dad, my Mom, his 1959 Bugeye Sprite that I still have the hubcaps from and me.
I have been told that even at that tender age, they would put me in my little car seat and cram it down in between the front seats of that little POS and we would all go on Car Ralleys together.
My Old Man wound up racing that thing later and I see there are a bunch of pictures of that I need to go through that are just loose in the box.
So there is your proof.
I come by that shit honestly.
I didn’t have a choice in the matter.