MINOR THREAT

that their motoring influences have filtered down directly from their parents or guardians. It’s such a common origin tale, we’ve waxed lyrical for years about how the cars our folks were interested in so often inform those that we drive today. A psychologist might argue that, for many, this represents an impassioned yearning to return to the carefree innocence of youth, buying the car that your mum had when you were a nipper so that you can be, in part, a child once more. But sometimes it’s not that deep; sometimes it’s just an excuse for a bit of good old family bonding. Father-and-son teams who rebuild old wrecks they happen across on eBay, girls taking on their grandmas’ bone-stock old shopping runabouts and turning them into flame-spitting retro track monsters, we see