The Smell of Old Spice while sitting on dad’s lap, getting to steer our big old station wagon, flying down the road from our house to the country club in Puerto Ordaz, Venezuela. There was a straight away that went on forever, then we would make a gradual left to the country club through the executives homes. Always scrambled to get off Dad’s lap as we entered their area. I was maybe 10 years old. What a blast.