A Beauty!

I know, it's a sign of the times: I hear a burbling exhaust and identify a lovely machine.  My neighbour was (very carefully) parking his Aston Martin in the restricted space of his driveway (shared) and his garden parking space.

He told me not long ago that he had given up his job, was unemployed.  One of these days I'll ask him how the car comes to be there still, but not until he's let me have a drive.