Back in 1971 I was pumping gas on the midnight to 8am shift on the Illinois Tollway - O'Hare Oasis.
Early-mid 20's kid pulls in driving a Ferrari 275 GTB 4 Cam. Pays for his gas from a stack of $100's. His supermodel date is wearing a floor length chinchilla coat.
After he shows me the engine (six dual Webers down the middle, 'bundle-of-snakes' exhaust headers) I say, "If you don't mind me asking, what does this cost?"
"Oh, about $14,500."
While I don't have the '59 Volvo PV544 I was driving then, I am still married to the same wife.
I'd be surprised if that kid still has either the Ferrari or the girlfriend.
I prefer my outcome.
“I’d be surprised if that kid still has either the Ferrari or the girlfriend.”
If he’s smart, no. Well, at least not the girlfriend.
While I don't have the '59 Volvo PV544 I was driving then, I am still married to the same wife. We are cut from similar cloth...we recently celebrated 44 years together and I cobbled a '64 PV544 together from a package deal of three. It was my primary vehicle while in grad school and a few years after.
We now return you to the proper Ferrari discussion!