Love affair with cars can take you down an unexpected road

Being carsick is one of my early childhood memories. The combination of movement, heat and the chemical smell of sticky vinyl seats in 1960s automobiles regularly caused me to become nauseous as a young boy.

I have unpleasant memories of being surrounded by meters of blue vinyl in a huge Ford - they built them big back then. I was too small to see much but treetops and the sky outside the windows.

Things got better when I finally was tall enough to look straight out the front window to avoid most of the queasiness brought on by motion sickness.