I think I mentioned in here before about my dad and cars and why he didn’t really care too much about them. My grandfather was also a physician and made a lot of money, even through The Great Depression, it’s also how I now have a really old pool table as a patient couldn’t pay and the guy owned a pool hall on the North Side and he gave one to my grandfather to square his debt.
One of the things he did during Prohibition was “sell” alcohol to the Major League Baseball teams as they came to Pittsburgh. He would write them prescriptions for the alcohol. That was one of the perks of his running with Old Man Rooney. He got to know a lot of people.
Anyway, my grandfather always bought extremely nice cars but, took care of them for shit. It was the same with properties, he never did the work. My father did the work on the properties, even after medical school. But, dad saw his father waste a shit ton of money on cars that he didn’t take care of so he was always averse to that. My brother, four years older than I, was supposed to get the Riviera but, he was/is a terrible driver and doesn’t know shit about cars so, Grandpa gave The Riv to me, even before I had my driver’s license.
I do know my father would love the 911. He loved a manual transmission and he would drive it any chance I gave him, which would have been whenever he wanted, especially in the cold. Dad was half Swedish so he loved the cold, which made our decade in Texas and Alabama kind of funny.