If you ever plan to motor west, Travel my way, Take the highway that is best. Get your kicks on route sixty-six. After 6 weeks of selling ice cream on the Boardwalk, we’re heading west, pushing out our own new frontier…

It’s 1975 and I’d begun studying English & American Literature at the University of East Anglia. A subject chosen with the hope of spending a year abroad at a US university. I love american culture and the American car is a huge part of that mythology. I can’t wait.

1974, I’m 17 and my provisional driving licence has arrived. But I didn’t rush at learning to drive. It was like getting the chance to meet your hero. You just know it’s bound to be a disappointment. And with learning to drive you have to face a real test at the end – that most people fail, at least once.

If you read the last chapter of my ‘auto biography’, you’ll know I can’t remember a life before loving cars. Childhood over, let’s start this chapter in my early teenage years. Not old enough to drive a car, but really too old to play with toy cars anymore…

To welcome the New Year, here is the start of a series of posts chronicaling my love affair with cars. If you also had a childhood full of Corgi models and Airfix kits you’ll understand…

Resurrecting my Alfa obsession, I took a classic Alfa Spider on a perilous trip down the Amalfi Drive, one of the scariest coast roads in Europe.

Why do people develop a loyalty, even obsession with one make of car? For me, it began in 1968 with my first holiday abroad at the age of 11 when I saw my first Alfa Romeo…

Back in the 1960s real crime money came from robbing a bank. And if you were robbing a bank you needed a getaway car. Your best choice was a Jag Mark 2.

Back to March 2015 to take out a Jaguar E-type. From the glass fairings over the headlights to the huge louvred bonnet to the twin central exhausts, this feline machine purred pure speed.

Going back to October 2014 for a weekend with the Jensen Interceptor. I hesitate to call it a sports car, or even a car. Climb aboard and you feel llike you’re in charge of a train – or even a ship.

Another journey into the archives, going on an adventure with my daughter in a 1967 Ford Mustang. Find out how we got on driving in a 250 mile circle from London to Berkshire, then Hampshire, East & West Sussex and back to London, with very dodgy brakes.

Another foray back to 2014 with my eventful journey in a classic Mini Cooper. Read on for breakdowns, police cars, and moving stories from an AA man.

One from the archives - my first experience with the Classic Car Club. Find out how I got on with my childhood dream car, the Aston Martin V8.