I'm not sure what was the greatest moment in my life as an intern. I went through a few unpaid desk gigs, rubbing shoulders with important New York City architects one summer and moving museum cars another. Driving a Jaguar XKR convertible was definitely a high point, though.
I briefly got the keys to the 510 horsepower luxobarge after Ray Wert drove it around the proposed New Jersey Grand Prix course. As a fresh-out-of-college intern, I was thoroughly mind-fucked by the V8 engine and all the leather in the cabin. I think I inhaled too much leather fumes, because when I wrote a review, it was pretty much just a stream of expletives that never got published.