When I was at school, in the 6th form and aged 18 I had a friend called Michel Eccleston whose dad was in the motor trade. While Mike was still a learner Mr Eccleston lent us his 4.2 ltr XJ6 to go to Silverstone for the F1 qualifying. That was great, but that evening on the way home I pulled away from the lights at a T-junction a bit quickly, lost the back end (I still blame the power steering which had no feel for what the front wheels were doing) and went sideways over the kerb and hit a low wall - outside our school as it happened. Pushed the sill and rear valence in and wrecked the nearside rear wheel...
A few months later after all was forgiven Mike and I accompanied his dad to a car rally. Mike drove his dad's Model T Ford Tourer from about 1920. It had no self centering on the steering and all went well until Mike lost concentration late in the day and veered off the road and hit a telegraph pole, which bent the front wing and pushed the axle back on one side... Luckily we hadn't been going all that fast.
We sort of lost touch after that.
Great model, good story btw!