Back in yesteryear, there was a BMC dealership on the other end of town from my home. And, as a 14-15 year old, I used to walk all the way there just to sit in an Austin-Healey, MG, or some other such exotica. I would run through the gears until the salesmen would run me off, but they generally let my have my fantasies for quite a while before evicting me.
Never did get to own one, though. Pity.