She married me for my cars.

I often have said that I should write a book about the cars that I have known, loved, and at times hated, but always chosen with my heart.
I will, over time, list the cars and events that have punctuated my life, and share the stories of my cars.

I am sure that many people have far more interesting stories, but it seems that almost every memory of my life has cars somewhere involved.

Some people are car people, and some are not - you may remember all sorts of other things with your memories, but almost every memory I can think of involves cars in some way.

For instance - I remember the day I asked my wife's Dad if I could marry her.
We picked them up from the airport after they had just been to Bali, and drove them home - the thing is, we came in My wife's mother's 1973 Ford Fairmont (Which was dark purple with a white vinyl roof), and I was already nervous as, with the question that I had to ask that night.
We met them at the airport lounge when they came through the gate, went down to the carousel to get their luggage, which I then carried to the car, opened the boot, put the bags in, then went to hand the keys to my unknowing future Father-in-Law. He said, "No Dave, you drive home. I'm not ready to finish my holiday yet."

So, now I have the nervousness of driving the future in-Laws' car as well as the nervousness I already had.
I have never had a more nerve wracking drive - I was so worried about doing something wrong, somehow breaking the car, or -worst of all - getting some sort of ticket for speeding or something stupid like that.

We got home safely and without event, and after parking the car - also safely - and unloading it, going inside and getting a coffee for everyone, I asked to speak with him privately and asked him if I could marry his only dearly loved daughter. He said yes!

And we have now been married for almost 23 years!
But I will never forget that Purple Fairmont.

(This is not the right colour by the way - when I say purple, I mean a dark rich purply purple!)

Ah the memories.

More to come.

Skellibert.