My father wasn't a collector. He daily-drove his Ferraris. Every day, every where. Torrential rain? Ferrari. 15 miles to/from work and stuck in traffic? Ferrari. Take me to elementary school? Ferrari. Drive me and two friends to the movies? Ferrari. Two friends in the passenger seat and me on the e-brake. Mom's car? Red Dino. (not pictured). He never kept them for more than a few years. He drove them, loved them, and sold them. There are a lot of Dad's cars that I can't find photos, such as his red 328 GTS, black Boxer 512, and mom's red Dino, but I'll make sure and post them should they appear. Rest in peace, Dad. You were awesome. Thanks for everything.