It was 1970 and he was 15. His father bought him a two-tone Nash Metropolitan that he’d fitted out with an MG engine. Young Steve didn’t really like it, but he didn’t tell his father because he didn’t want to miss out on owning his own car. “In retrospect, a Nash Metropolitan might seem like the most wickedly cool car,” he says in the new biography, Steve Jobs, “but at the time it was the most uncool car in the world.” A year later he’d saved up enough money to buy himself a Fiat 850 coupe with an Abarth engine.