Farmed out to friends of my grandparents in rural Sussex at age 9, in summer of 1972, while my parents were divorcing (thanks largely to my mother’s pursuit of the Age of Aquarius), I encountered a Blower Bentley in the flesh — their son-in-law had one. I had no idea what it was but it made a great impression on me. It was just huge. It was like riding in a truck, a very fast one. I had read something about the great Jensen Interceptor FF and was hugely gratified to see one of those up close, launching an obsession with 4WD/AWD cars, and I saw and rode in a variety of other great vehicles that summer — including a Rover P2000, a Morris Minor, and a double-decker bus — but the Blower was, in retrospect, the automotive highlight of my childhood... if only I had known it!