I'll always cherish the summer I spent overhauling my dad's 1959 Austin Healey Sprite. He bought the car while he was in college and managed to hold onto it across the decades, with it often being stored many states away. We finally got it back and rebuilt basically every mechanical component on the thing. Just hearing his stories about the adventures he had in that car was priceless. But firing that little roadster up for the first time and driving it around the block was unreal. And, TBH, a little frightening. Brakes were sort of an afterthought in British cars of that era.