Thanks for the nom. Glad you liked it.
Thanks for the nom. Glad you liked it.
Glad you liked it; great cars make for easy writing I suppose.
Here's my old SC. I loved every second with that car. It wasn't the fastest car in my group of my friends. It wasn't terribly refined - as one of my friends said, "It's an engine. With a seat." But everything about it just did it for me. It was well-used when I got it. It was even more well-used when I handed her…
Mrs. Phipps: Hi, hon, how was your day?
Unobtanium has nothing on a man with 12 popped collars!
So very true! Do I recall correctly that his mom and dad had traveled down to Italy (or wherever that race was) with him, only for him to be rejected?
Enzo.
So, so, very glad I'm not the only one that thinks that. Much obliged.
Great find, Tom. Reading the attached article, I think the sentence about the Count is slightly misleading. Suggested correction below:
I am fortunate to not be directly affected by war and as such, won't claim to understand your extremely sobering point of view. However, I can extrapolate to an understanding of your sentiment that war's scale of tragedy provides a lesson into the value of life that that the more fortunate seem to overlook.
Yes, you're right, of course. And in many cases, misfortune to rich humanizes them in a way, "Oh look, occasionally they forget to put the parking brake (or whatever) on too! Haha, sucks for them."
While a tragic situation, this is a potentially 13-year old *street* car. Consider the car's maintenance history and the car's age in your analysis.
Coupled with my point about the age of the components, I completely agree with you regarding the fuel line and the hot engine. These are street cars. Yes, highly capable, but street cars nonetheless. I don't agree with the calls below to mandate that Ferrari produce street cars with fuel cells. Just because someone…
This.
I am Torch.
Conceptually, I don't have the problem with SUVs that many of my Jalop brothers and sisters have. However, this is ugly. Like, really ugly.