Well, to be fair...other than the device shooting out Death Rays from the screen (soon to be a feature available from Amazon) we are all walking around with an Interocitor in our pockets.
Hmmmm? I wonder if the new I-Interocitor 6 is available from Apple yet?
A local kid had a daddy that made a lot of moolah. The kid went through a series of pricey cars, starting with the first Trans-Am I ever saw (1968? 1969?) that he acquired before they were in showrooms...a semi-race prepped E-type Jag...and a wonderful sounding Pantera.
I was in his Jag with the doors absolutely fluttering at somewhere around 130-140 MPH and that car really didn't handle or brake all that well for the speed it could generate. The Trans-Am was unrefined and scary fast. The Pantera was impressive in just about every category. I'm with you. I would own and/or restore a Pantera in a heartbeat, pouring every penny of disposable income into phone calls to Italy in search of pieces parts. At least the FERD parts are still easily acquired locally. Summit Racing and a VISA card left in a smoldering pile of melted plastic...
When I was young I had to make do with craptastic Eurofag cars like MG's and Triumphs and Healeys and Sunbeams. And although I won't admit to it, I once owned a Simca 1204 GT. God forgive me.
Yes, a Frog-built POS similar to this one:
"Le Mopar" (note the 204 racing number)...sold by Schysler, just like the Sunbeam trash they also had the Gaul...er...gall to import. Absolute ****, both of them. No...all THREE of them.
The Simca would absolutely flog itself over our worst roads and rode as stabile as a Rolls-Royce thanks to a suspension system with miles of travel and plush spring rates that soaked up everything, including road feel and feedback. When pressed even the least bit to actually turn, body roll was on the order of 45 degrees and the expected drifts and slides were fun. I'm pretty sure Simca invented the front wheel drive term, "Torque Steer". Hitting the gas and unleashing all 14 horsepower on a snow covered road meant one thing...a hard right turn without turning the steering wheel. Hitting the gas while actually in a turn meant doom, dents and possibly a law suit from the pedestrian on the sidewalk you just ran over.
A Pantera existed only in my dream bank account as a youth and sadly why I was forced to trade my heart to The Devil for one.
We won't talk about the Fiat 124 station wagon that passed through the males of my family...oh, the humiliation...
Somehow, after all these years and years gone by, it is fitting that Schysler and FIAT are in bed together. Who knows? Maybe their progeny will be another POS like the 1204 was.