You’ve seen it. Shelves of tiny cars, obsessively arranged like a miniature showroom. Looks like a toy collection. It isn’t. It’s something far deeper, and slightly more revealing than most collectors would care to admit
“When will you grow up?!” an old friend once asked when he visited my home in Dubai and took one look around my front room. His eyes lingered, not in admiration or envy, but in sheer perplexity at my cabinet full of model cars. He’s not a car guy. But I’m obviously the BrownCarGuy.
