Jump In!
Chapter One
I pulled up to the guard gate at Universal Studios in my triple black 1969 Firebird convertible, living the Hollywood dream. I was on my way to meet with none other than Steven Spielberg. We had never met before, but I had dreamed of this day for years. Just getting this meeting had given me a temporary membership in Hollywood’s Big Boy Club—with a heavy accent on “temporary.” What I would do with that membership—whether I could turn it into an opportunity for greater success or whether I would fail to seize the moment—was up to me.
Now, my triple black Firebird is a car near and dear to my heart. I grew up in London, but the muscle car phenomenon is distinctly American, something I saw only in the movies—something I always wished I’d been a part of but had missed out on. In fact, the only truly selfish gift I had bought myself after the success of my television shows was the Firebird. Only eleven hundred of this particular model with black exterior, black interior, and a black convertible soft top (hence “triple black”) were manufactured. I love this car. There’s nothing like putting down its roof and getting behind that ... read full excerpt from Jump In! ebook
