greeny12
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Well, it's been a month since she entered my life. Just a month. And already things are unlikely to ever return to the way they were before.
While seeking automotive stimulation I my life I rather feel I've hurtled straight from a bit of furtive fumbling behind the bike sheds into a full-blown affair with a beautiful, utterly crazy and extremely high maintenance Italian femme fatale. I have little doubt, though, that on this occasion it is my wallet, rather than my heart, that is set to be broken.
30 days of intimacy has uncovered a whole host of little (and not-so-little) flaws that were obscured by a grey Scottish sky, a rather… how shall I say… enthusiastic sales pitch and my own love-struck initial glances. I'm already well acquainted with the splendid – and very patient – folk at Emblem, who will be steadily ticking off a list of jobs ranging from the trivial to the eye-watering over the coming 12 months.
There's also the small matter of some not-spotted panel rust – tiny though it is – to deal with once somebody can work out precisely what colour she was bare-metal-resprayed to a few years ago. This came supposedly from the Porsche colour palette, but there are no known records and it has stumped even a Porsche specialist bodyshop!
Oh, and I have a shiny new Trident to replace the corroded one that currently occupies the front grille, the order for which has served to open what I can only imagine will be an oft-used account with Eurospares…
But if I want to forget all that I simply have to open the garage door, slip into the driver's seat, turn the key and wait for that glorious moment when the engine fires. It will never fail to put a smile on my face and I'd challenge anyone who purports to be a car buff not to be thrilled by it.
She's bloody quick too, especially once Myles at Emblem had reattached the turbo air intake which had decided to come loose entirely of its own volition!
She is also – without doubt – what I call an ‘event' car, wherein every drive is an event to cherish regardless of where you are going. I haven't owned one of those since I sold my old 911 SC some 15 years ago. That was a flippin' money pit as well, but I still have its picture on my desk…
So, roll on the next month of our madcap affair. And the next. And the one after that.