In the 1960's my father was stationed briefly at an Airforce base near Winter Park Florida.
My brother and I attended the local junior high school where many of the kids came from very wealthy families - girls arrived at school via a chauffeur, etc., often in heels and a full dress.
Many of the boys owned small speed boats for playing around by their lake-side homes
My brother and I built a wooden coaster, which we "motorized" by tying it behind a self propelled lawn mower. (when my Dad wasn't home!) We often dreamed of owning a mini-bike - but, on an Air Force officer's family income, that was not an option.
In the parking lot after school - I still remember the smell and sound - as my brother and I watched these boys show off on their pretty Lambrettas. They would race about, nearly colliding, skidding and drag racing, and doing wheel stands - which often lead to dumping the scooter on its side!
We watched those beautiful Italian machines being abused....and then walked home.
Growing up - I never wanted a car. My first vehicle purchase was a Honda motorcycle.
I still don't like cars.