Hurricane52
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After a number of years gently twisting his arm, my go to bodywork man, Craig Wilshaw, has worked his magic on my 1971 Ghibli SS.
Craig did all the hard work, repairing the frilly bits no one ever sees and agonising over all the details of the intricate compound curves, which everyone sees.
I made the tea and helped put it back together again, so I now know my car inside out. Most of the bodywork components had the chassis number stamped into them. It gave us a real insight into how they were produced and put together.
I bought the car from its first owner 22 years ago, as a 30th birthday present to myself. It had been repainted in the eighties in Blue Sera, a lovely dark blue with a hint of purple. Having found a couple of early period pictures of it, I promised myself I would return it to its original lighter colour one day.
We found the factory colour under the door handles and in other places which weirdly must have been left on the car when first repainted.
Today I drove it home. What a treat. Looking forward to the Spring and better weather, so we can celebrate its 50th birthday.
Think I’ll be cracking open an Italian organic red tonight to celebrate its return. I might even get the old honeymoon photo album out to remind me what it’s like driving a Maserati over the alps.
Craig did all the hard work, repairing the frilly bits no one ever sees and agonising over all the details of the intricate compound curves, which everyone sees.
I made the tea and helped put it back together again, so I now know my car inside out. Most of the bodywork components had the chassis number stamped into them. It gave us a real insight into how they were produced and put together.
I bought the car from its first owner 22 years ago, as a 30th birthday present to myself. It had been repainted in the eighties in Blue Sera, a lovely dark blue with a hint of purple. Having found a couple of early period pictures of it, I promised myself I would return it to its original lighter colour one day.
We found the factory colour under the door handles and in other places which weirdly must have been left on the car when first repainted.
Today I drove it home. What a treat. Looking forward to the Spring and better weather, so we can celebrate its 50th birthday.
Think I’ll be cracking open an Italian organic red tonight to celebrate its return. I might even get the old honeymoon photo album out to remind me what it’s like driving a Maserati over the alps.