Maybe it's anything British with wheels . . . love/hate relationships galore. Take any MGB, Spitfire, TR6, small or large Healy . . . top down, wind and sun on the face, exhaust note at full song . . . there just isn't enough money in the world to part with it.

Same cars, stuck on the side of the road with some Lucas electrical gremlin, failed lever shock or bleeding Castrol on the roadway . . . then the idea of just tossing the keys on the seat and walking away seems more than rationale.