Our return trip on the ferry from Caen to Portsmouth was shared with hundreds of people, mainly men, who had been at the Le Mans 24 hour race. And they demonstrated their love of their chosen sport through their cars: an extraordinary collection of famous sports cars. They were all there, from the Testarossas to the Boras, from the Mistrales to the Aston-Martin Lagondas. There were brand-new, gleaming TVRs and Porsche 911 turbos; and high-charisma classics from the past, battered old Morgans and Auatin Healey 3000s. E Type Jags were particularly popular: models of every marque amd colour littered the car decks. And then at last I saw it: the "car of the show", a Ferrari 275 GTB Berlinetta coupe, 1972 vintage, in (what else?)fiery Marinello red, with its lines like Gina Lollabrigida in a skin-tight dress, it was one of the most beautiful and sexy cars ever built.
Yes, it's true; in my youth I used to be a terrible petrol head. Then I grew up, and put away childish things. But the memories linger on...
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