It's his fault

Since I'm always talking about the man who I attribute my love for cars too, this is him. My dad, Daniel. His White 55 T-bird, with red and white interior and removal hard top was the car that started it all. On weekends me and dad would drive down the 405 to "the auto row"(go see Cal, go see Cal)(l.a. joke) or maybe the PCH just for a drive. He's also responsible for buying my mom her first car. Which he saw in a magazine and ordered for her. It arrived 9 months after I was born, a 1965 Ford Mustang Fastback 2+2(hence the start of my muzzy madness)
Then one day a Porsche 1969 911T Targa was dad new car(1st year of hard rear window and the famous 5 spoke porsche rims)God this car was beautiful. The cars only got better...Carrera, a slammed AMG Benz and so on.
Lucky for me I had a dad who worked harder than anyone I know. I wish I had half the work ethic he had, but thats another story...! Anyways, this is My Dad and his 2004 430 clk, his 77 birthday is next
month and as you can see he's still driving a cool car.
See the car in the back round, my dad ordered that one for my mom as a surprise too. (special order, with automatic transmission)Yes mom can't and wont drive a manual...She told my dad it reminded her of her mustang and it was the only car she wanted. She always said that it was to be her coffin too, but 20 years later(last fall)and 82k orginal miles they sold it.
Happy birthday Dad, I love you