Much to my disappointment, it wasn’t one of Gerry Anderson’s Thunderbirds that I came to enjoy as a kid:

It was just what appeared to be a 1964 FORD Thunderbird:

In a room that had a Ferrari 308 and a ’62 Holden EJ, was a fourth generation T-Bird, an icon of the American luxury car industry of the 20th century, even the most interesting car?

I dunno, probably, how often do you come across a bloody Thunderbird in these strange parts of the universe.