Phillip in the divers seat of the riley with mother standing
The all metal racing car was the real thing to me, modeled on the racing cars of the era.
I loved that car, and still raced it around as I got older, even when I got too big to sit in the seat. I would sit on the back so that I could get my feet onto the peddles, but the center of gravity shifting back, way past the rear wheels, meaning I often found the nose of the car facing up to the sky, and me on the floor.
Oh for those who did not believe me, see, I did have curly hair.