When I was a teenager I had a holiday job learning to print letterpress. Every now and then a very elegant lady in a red head scarf used to park next door to where I worked. Never plucked up the courage to actually speak to her. She drove a Traction, whilst I drove a lowly MG or my mum’s TR6.
Over thirty years later, I spied the car in the pub car park round the corner from where I worked in Leicestershire all those years ago. No sign of her, but I like to think she must be in her seventies still driving around wearing her head scarf...