Adolescence:
I had not heard of Elva nor did I remember that my Scaletrix McLaren had a hyphenated name .
In High School I lusted after Porsche 924‘s Datsun 280Z’s and Alfa Romeo Alfetta GT’s even the occasional VW Scirocco - Giugiaro had it right by my standards .
I dreamed of street legal McLaren M6Bs, Lola T310s, Chaparral 2Fs, Ford GT40s and Ferrari P4 s.
I was enticed by my two sports racing car crazed uncles with race wrecked Lotus 7’s or used up Lotus 23’s without motors , none of them materializing despite my waving 100’s of testosterone fused dollars in their face.
They forced me to make do with a Ford Custom 500 - 6 cylinder - three on the tree - dog dish hub caps. A car that through my wishing it were not what it was , shed clutches at an astonishing rate.
A full size Ford was not meant to be double clutch down shifted to recover a full 4 wheel drift out of a farmers field.
Noticing the frustrations of youth, car wise, my uncle Mike mentioned that he knew of an Elva Courier behind a barn.
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