The one I sold when we moved to Mexico. I cried when it went on the trailer. A car
like this is a good example of how you can violate the first commandment. It becomes your God.
I was literally in love with this car after putting some 3000 hours into it. I will have another 32, but it
will not be this nice, it will not have the priority in my life this one had, and it will have at least 450 ponies.
This one at 300HP was a dog compared to my 400HP 57 chevy of college days. You see, in the 60's it
was what was under the hood that was important, not how big a subwoofer you had in the back trunk.
That hasn't changed for us old geezers.