My Dad loved old cars, specifically antique British cars. He had a stable of Jaguars, Bentleys, Rolls Royces and a beautiful Aston Martin convertible DB-5 that I seriously wish I owned today. Took and passed my driving test in his Jaguar V-12 E -type. Thing was a rocket.
He hired a British mechanic named Ray away from Garton Motors and set up a personal garage for his cars on Escondido Blvd. Pop had a lot of money back then.
Although I helped him some with his thirties era Bentleys, I only fully restored one car with him, this one.