WHEN I WAS first married, my wife, Elyse, wasn’t a big fan of my car collection. We were young and struggling, like anyone else early on. I didn’t come from money. So I would buy a car and hide it. The first time I really got flak was when I hid a 1955 Buick Roadmaster in my parents’ garage. We went over there for dinner, and the garage door happened to be open. Elyse was furious. Another time, I had to hide a fire truck from her for a while.