The last car I'd truly loved was a Datsun 280ZX.
It was stolen by a cretin who didn't notice the
expired tags. After
they had raced him all over
local freeways and he crashed into a divider,
leaving his forehead print in the windshield, and
his prison paperwork on the front seat, he ran
across the primeval and climbed a tree. By the
time a CHP chopper was on the case, and
they asked what he was doing there, he said,
and this is a championship original, "I live here".
The car was what you'd call "totally totaled".
As I started to develop a bond with the Tesla,
by Jove, it's dawned on me that there is oddly
some type of kissin' cousin resonance between
a Model 3 and a late Z-car. Pretty hard to show in
photos, but it's there. E.g. the svelte fighter vibe,
although a Model 3 is already
subtly on its way
to waddely
Y middle age bloat, kinda like its owner.
I'd prefer to waddle no further. I vote Model 3.
1979 Datsun 280ZX crossing the auction block at Indy 2019 as G200.
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