DAT ASS! |
Driving up to Westfield to visit a friend yesterday, I nearly died of avarice at the intersection of Meridian and 86th Street. The list of sins I wouldn't commit for that car could be written on the back of a postage stamp. In Sharpie.
A Guards Red late Eighties 911 Turbo is absolutely near the tippy-top of my dream car list, right up there with a 427 Cobra or a Superbird Road Runner.
Truthfully, if offered the choice of any of them, I'd pick the Porsche, since it's actually the only realistic daily driver of the bunch.
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