Smitten by British
"There were no bloodstains on this particular Spitfire, but its low seating position cemented in me a life-long lust for sports cars." Perhaps because of their endearing designs, or the simple fact that they were rarely seen on the streets of New York City where I grew up, I’ve always had a special fascination for European cars, especially British ones. Although I still recall with great clarity the first time I saw a 1963 Sting Ray, a ’68 AMX, a Cheetah, and a Jaguar XKSS —which has always been my number one dream car of all time —seeing the long curvy shape of an E-type for the first time simply blew me away. It was a warm autumn night, on Kings Highway in Brooklyn, parked at the curb in front…